Time to revive this thread, if only because I need an excuse to tell my story to the world. I just ended the most frustrating Counterstrike game of my entire life:
CSGO, Inferno, Competitive, we are Terrorists at first. Things were already starting out bad: Someone says "Go B", and literally the only people going B are me and the bombcarrier, the rest of the "team" is running off doing their own thing and of course getting killed one by one. Needless to say we lost that round, as well as the following four. Nobody communicates, nobody works together, from the third round on half the team starts trolling, as in throwing nades at teammates, dropping the bomb in that one spot where it's irretrievable (HOW HAVE THEY NOT FIXED THIS YET IT'S BEEN AROUND FOREVER AND INFERNO IS LIKE ONE OF THE MOST PLAYED MAPS) and so on. I am starting to detect a pattern (apart from the enemy team just reks us over and over again): Most of the team runs second mid to apartment every single round, so I form a plan in my head...
As luck would have it, I spawned with the bomb the following round. I ran to the house in middle and stayed put. Just as expected my "teammates" all went second mid and got picked off one by one, but I didn't care about those jerks, they were merely the distraction. Then I heard what I was hoping for: Steps from banana, running past me outside. I expected the enemies to grow bold, just all rushing in for the kill on where they think their victims are instead of keeping the bombsites secure, and apparently that was what was happening. There was still one teammate alive, and friendly as I am informed him that an enemy is coming from behind, not that I was expecting him to act on that information. I sneaked out of the building and then legged it to B site via Banana. Just as expected it was clear, giving me opportunity to plant the bomb. Sometime during my run my last "teammate" died on the other side of the map, but I didn't care, he fulfilled his purpose as distraction for my masterplan, and I managed to plant the bomb, which is more than we ever achieved in the entire game before. I was euphoric at first, before reminding myself that now I had the undivided attention of the four remaining Counter-Terrorists who undoubtedly were on their way already, and had to think quick. Lacking better options I hid in Ruins, and Fortuna once again smiled upon me by making the enemies arrogant, allowing me to pick one off who was on his own before I sprayed two others dead who thankfully were standing in a straight line, one of which was defusing. It's now me and one remaining CT to my right with the bomb ticking ever faster, we shoot at each other for a bit before I run out of ammo in both my P90 and my sidearm, so I pack out my knife and charge him. Naturally he killed me, but it was too late: Not two seconds later the bomb went KABOOM with him on top, earning me (and my ungrateful "team") our first victory.
That was literally the only good memory I have of this game. We won the following round as well before our losing streak picked up back where it was, and then my Internet provider decided to screw me, disconnecting me. It wasn't until the last round before teamswitch until I finally reconnected, and of course we were still only at two victories. Anyhow, for once my "team" decides to get their act together and decide on a strategy, if you can call "all rush B" a strategy that is, and even follow through on it! Of course they were all idiots so I was the only one getting things done and killing the two CTs on B, but I certainly won't complain about the free cannon fodder. By the time I'm planting the bomb it's only me, one fellow terrorist and one CT left. My mate dies, making this a one on one. Fortunately I saw on the radar where my mate died and concluded that the last enemy could only come from one direction, Banana, so I hid behind Ruins and played the waiting game. I had all the advantage in that situation: I know where the enemy is going to come from, my enemy doesn't know where the bomb is or where I am hiding, and time is on my side. I literally only have to wait until I hear the sound of defusing, then come around the corner and clinch the win with my AK. The only thing I need is silence...
Sounds easy, right? Nothing could go wrong?
...
Yeah, except with friends like these...
One of my teammates decides to be a little too helpful by giving me instructions over voicechat, causing the following dialog to ensue: (Again, I really really really need silence in order to concentrate and locate the last remaining enemy)
He: "Banana."
I: "I know."
He: "He is coming from Banana."
I: "I know!"
He: "He is coming from Banana!"
I: "Shut up!"
He: "**** YOU! NOOB-" And he starts cussing me out and I really don't have time or patience for this so I have no choice but to quickly go to the scoreboard and mute him, and OF COURSE that is the moment the CT arrives to defuse. Panicking I come around the corner, see him, aim at him, fire...
"Bomb has been defused. Counter-Terrorists win."
That. Little. Brat. If that stupid teenager would have just kept his mouth shut I would have been two seconds faster and had saved the round. Even two miliseconds would have been enough. Even if my second shot had missed and the CT killed me, he wouldn't have had time to start defusing again. Because this was the last round before halftime that moment that burned itself in my brain was being displayed for ten full seconds, the image of me with my crosshair on the CT's head while he was sitting atop the bomb.
I spent the first round of the second half raging, then my ISP started trolling again and disconnected me. By the time I was about to reconnect we had already lost the match 2:16.
Aaaaaand that about sums it up. Needless to say I am in a terrible mood right now.