You probably remember those days of night and in the club, stroll lessons for playing your favorite games, the first creation of clans and battle for money, funny jokes, save for lunch at school to play at the club. I had a club on the site of the school, and I remember as a teacher in the morning went and took the club of those who did not come to class.
While the decisive round is played, you remain one against five. All the yelling, but you calm as ever. Do you assess the position, to build tactics. And all you need is a little luck. So you kill two to B with minimal loss of HP. You run to put the bomb and already hear footsteps approaching death, but still pose. And now, the crucial moment! You fill up with grenades, you’re half blind waste to a safe position, you see the enemy with the first bullet you give an incredible headshots! But there are still two of the enemy … You pierced through the wall, you’re a miracle jumps, you remain no more than 20 HP, and sews you back! And now you’re alone. Bomb beeping all the stronger enemy steps louder, you know exactly his position, when and where it will break, but luck summed … You die with the first bullet … All round lost. But we must also Defuse the bomb. The hall nastaёt deathly silence. And here are a few milliseconds … and you hear: “Son, get up! It’s time for school!”