About 6 years ago i was in a bad car accident that left me paralysed from the neck down and mute. My only real, effective way of communicating is by blinking (once for yes, twice for no etc). I have always been a huge gamer and my brother has too. When i lost the ability to play for myself i fell into a spiralling depression. All those hours i spent with steam friends, all those amazing memories, never to be repeated. My brother, bless him, picked up on this and offered to play the games I wanted to FOR me while i sat behind him in my wheelchair and watched.
With tears in my eyes i agreed and i have been playing vicariously through him ever since. When cs2 was announced we both became super hyped and i couldn't wait to watch him play it. After pre-ordering it and waiting about 3 weeks the wait was almost over. He pre-loaded the game and after 2 more excruciating days of waiting we finally got to play it. He wheeled me into my favourite spot just behind my old computer chair loaded it up and qued for premier. After watching him play for 4 agonizing hours i couldn't take it anymore, with the holy will of God himself i screamed internally at my muscles to obey me, I just needed them this one last time, I had to make it stop. With every ounce of strength i had I slowly pushed myself out of that wheelchair and hobbled over to the computer. Not knowing how long this divine power would last i shoved my brother aside and desperately fumbled with the mouse and keyboard to write a refund request. As i watched and waited for my confirmation e-mail with tears in my eyes i knew that while my body had been healed, my mind would never be the same.
God bless you counter strike 2 for giving me my autonomy back.