He clicked the download button.

dude. stop playing this version. the hitboxes are broken. the netcode is a lie.

47 out of 32 players? That was impossible. He double-clicked anyway.

The game ended. 16-14, Terrorists win. The scoreboard flashed. Marco had a K/D of 0-3. He hadn't fired a shot. He had just watched .

Marco’s hands trembled. He typed into chat: ?

He watched |RiP|_Kyle run past him, knife out, and jump into the water to flank the Terrorists. He moved exactly like Kyle used to—twitchy, aggressive, always taking the stupid route.

"One more round," it seemed to say. "Just one more."