I've played seventeen hours of CS2, and I am pretty sure that I have seen every kind of torture imaginable, both emotional and physical. This game doesn't test your aim but is a test of your sanity.

Every death feels like a wake-up call for me. You almost see every useless hour you've spent with it, only to be taken down by one headshot every time. It's like the game says to you, "You're just not good enough." Well, that's not even the worst part. Every single concept I ever came across about winning, about knowing combat, was ruined. I fail at every turn to understand what victory truly is and what it requires.

And the physical? Don't even get me started on that. I am a human pretzel at this point, my shoulders locked from tension, my arms molded to the shape of my mouse, and my neck might as well have relocated to Tension Town. I come out of each session like I've survived a bar fight I was destined to lose.

And then there is the mind game. Every game is just a spiral of self-doubt and second-guessing; I'll spot an enemy, hesitate half a second, and it's boom-I'm back in spectating my team mates, replaying that moment in my head. Each misplayed call, missed shot, and poorly chosen utility feeds into an unrelenting inner monologue asking, why do I keep coming back?

10/10, would question my existence again. (Help)