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Counter-Strike: Source Deftones, Chino Moreno Skin (2011)

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Counter Strike 1.6 - Zombie Mod Multiplayer gameplay on Dust 2

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How to Get a Knife in Counter-Strike 2

Knives in Counter-Strike 2 are more than just cosmetic items, they’re status symbols that elevate your inventory and in-game experience. Whether you’re aiming to flex a Doppler or sport a classic Bayonet, getting your hands on a knife isn’t as complicated as it might seem. There are several ways to acquire one, each with its pros and cons.

How Many Cases Do You Need to Open to Get a Knife?

Opening cases is the most common way players try to obtain a knife, but it’s important to understand how the system works:

• Randomization: When you open a case, the knife you receive (if you’re lucky) will be randomly selected from the knives available in that case. The wear level is also completely random.

• Case-Specific Knives: Not all cases contain knives—some feature gloves instead, while special event cases may not include rare items at all.

• Drop Rate: The odds of getting a knife are around 1 in 400 cases. This means you could get lucky on your first case, or end up opening hundreds with no results.

Because of the randomness involved, case openings can be a costly gamble, and many players opt for more reliable methods to get their dream knife.

Can You Get a Knife from Weekly Drops in CS2?

Weekly drops in CS2 typically provide players with cases or skins based on their playtime, but unfortunately, knives are not included in these drops. However, certain rare cases like the original CS:GO Weapon Case or the Operation Bravo Case have been known to drop occasionally—and their market value can sometimes rival that of lower-tier knives.

If you’re hoping to get a knife through weekly drops, be aware that:

• The chances of valuable case drops are extremely low.

• Even if you do get a valuable case, there’s no guarantee it will cover the cost of a decent knife.

For those looking to get a knife without relying on chance, purchasing directly is a better option.

Where to Buy a CS2 Knife?

If you’re serious about getting a knife, buying one is the most straightforward and reliable option. Here are a few places where you can purchase knives in CS2:

1. Steam Community Market

• Easy to access and safe, but prices tend to be higher due to Valve’s 15% marketplace fee.

• Limited availability of rare and highly sought-after knives.

2. Third-Party Marketplaces

• Platforms like CSMarketCap allow users to compare prices from different marketplaces to find the best deals.

• Lower fees and better knife variety than the Steam Market.

3. Trading with Other Players

• Direct trades can sometimes lead to great deals, especially if you’re offering desirable skins in exchange.

• However, trading requires caution—scammers are always looking to take advantage of inexperienced traders.

Each of these methods comes with its risks and benefits, but purchasing from reputable third-party sites often provides the best balance between price and security.

What’s the Best Way to Get a Knife in CS2?

While case openings and weekly drops can occasionally lead to a knife, they’re mostly luck-based and unreliable. If you want to secure a knife without waiting, buying from a marketplace or trusted trading platforms is the way to go.

If you’re on the hunt for the best deals, checking price comparison sites can help you find the perfect knife at the right price. Whether you’re looking for a budget-friendly option or a high-end rarity, exploring all knives available across various marketplaces can give you a comprehensive view of what’s currently on offer. There’s a knife out there to suit your style, no matter your budget or preferences.

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AWP | Charcoal

Recolor of my 'hardwood' design with a few tweeks to make it look a bit more like charcoal. This was mostly done to test out roughness and ambient occlusion maps in cs2 and see what can be done with them.

Standard normal mapping was done on this as well. Nothing special with it except for the fact that I have to boost the strength of it before baking and using in cs2.

I like the roughness map because it lets certain parts shine. For this skin I have the darker parts running through the skin shiny, it gives certain parts of the skin something more to do and makes it look better in direct light.

I still have no idea what ambient occlusion maps do. I would assume its a way to darken parts of the skin in light, but I didn't see much of a different. So either it's not fully implemented yet or I'm doing something wrong (we all know the answer).

Also... the nodes.

Go ahead and try and decipher this, not like I can parse anything from it.

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October 8, 2023

Counter-Strike 2 (2023)

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OPENING 100 SHANGHAI STICKER CAPSULES - CS2 MAJOR UPDATE

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This mod is for the original CSS，can not use in CSSO. Replaced all weapons in CSS with CS2's weapons.

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Video Game High School Review

originally from The Battle for Glory: esports, TV, and media I like (and don’t) Video Game High School is an American web series and is probably the series I have the least amount to speak for. This isn’t because the show isn’t good or somehow an inferior product, but rather the series is short and is not the most accessible show. Despite being the easiest-to-watch show on this list, Video Game…

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source: Counter Strike MOD (YouTube)

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brutus: out for blood (villain au concept)

ft. neglectful yandere! bruce wayne x gn villain! reader

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reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: did anybody ask for this? no! did i decide to write this anyways? abso -fucking-lutely. is this a rantfic? mayybee. anyways, this is not my best piece nor will anything i write be my best piece but i just love destroying my happiness with angst and altho writing a very anxiety ridden mc is fun, i also love to dabble in sadomasochistic traits for a main character. like i said, i am not proud of this but i figured i should post something. erm... leave comments bec i love reading whatever stuff u guys have in store hehe.

you've tasted blood on your tongue far longer than you've felt the loving touch of a family.

it's metallic. it's salty. it twists every vein in your gut.

it tastes of broken metal pipes in playgrounds, destructive tantrums and broken dreams, of skipped classes and detention rooms, of ripped test papers and missed diplomas. it reminds you of your bitter past every single time; one you swore you've buried six feet deep into the ground. a burning memory with nothing more than heartaches and heartbreaks.

you taste blood whenever they reject your advances for even a single moment of bonding time. you feel it pumping slowly, steadily, painfully whenever you stumble upon a room, only to see them, smiles and all, huddled together in a group with junk food in their hands and a movie playing in that stupid flat screen tv. you know it's the only thing accompanying you whenever he misses another event in your school. it becomes the only friend you have whenever you're alone, inside your too-small room, with shatters glass scattered around and bruised knuckles.

blood, for most, is vile, utterly repulsive. it reeks in every corner of a room, its scent is overpowering, it stains, it's hard to clean. it imprints. and it will always remind you it's there, in the depths of your body, curdling and boiling and ready to burst out of the seems every time you rip at your skin with a razor sharp blade. blood has always been your only friend, like a scar that will never fade away.

yet you embrace crimson like it was the color of your soul, and accept how it's the only color you allow in your grim life. black has never provided you solace, but red allowed for a mantra of emotions to trail into your very being.

blood. it's more homely than you let it out to be.

and you're far more familiar with it than anything else. you cradle it like an unwanted child, you kiss its wounds, allow it to fester and grow into an abhorrent disease that crawls like a lump in your throat that you could never get rid of.

in moments of solace, of quaint prayers and hours of kneeling into the floor— it is the thing that slides on cold, hard tiles. it is the warmth, the numbness, the thing that seeps out of your bruised knees, your scratched neck and your thighs with fingernails buried deep into flesh.

you've come to love blood, cherish it even.

especially if it's your own.

especially if it came from the punch of none other than your father.

left, right, left, right.

his punches were cruel and his kicks can easily crush bones into powder. he demands answers with every strike he delivers, he exudes an energy far more adrenaline based than yours. batman is methodical in the way he moves, the way he acts, and you're not; you're impulsive, you had no plans to counter the towering man— no counter for the brutal hits he lay upon you. you let him, you open every doorway world to beat your body black and blue, with red painting the canvas as a finishing touch.

he's stronger than you, and every time he bashes your head into the wall, the urge to spit into his face, to piss him off, to laugh at him and his Idiocracy; it all becomes stronger.

yet all you do was allow him multiple openings, denying yourself the pleasure of attempting to even take your abandoned gun at the corner and shoot at his cranium— you want him to suffer, even if it costs you your mobility by the near future, fuck it.

up, down, to the side, then an uppercut to your jaw and you're nearly depleted of anymore moves to counter. you want to seem like you've given up; but you want him pissed off, enough to punch you 'til blood seeps into the fibers of your mask. until your face starts bruising, until your nose breaks, until he finally rips your mask off and sees your face.

and he'll come to regret.

you shift to the side, and ignore the sting of your throat, the lull of your head and the soreness of your entire body.

because if you hadn't dodged, then your head would've left an imprint on the walls. you would've preferred that now, rather than the disgusting feeling of sentimentality that creeps into your heart at the implication that his blows were slowly, but surely, weakening.

he's holding back, you hold back a sneer.

as if he actually cares about you.

maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. you know he cares far more deeply for his enemies than he does you, and you hate how glad you are at the pride that finally, just finally are you being acknowledged. at the opposite end of his side, as enemies. but for once you can feel the care he offers others, most of which were nonexistent back when you were just some... nobody.

batman never kills; but he can hurt, he can injure, and he can destroy. and right now, you feel all the air leaving your body as the cloaked vigilante delivers the last punch to your ribcage.

you fall, on your hands and knees, a loud thump resounding through the empty abandoned building. all you hear are your crackling joints, and heavy breathing. heavy, like your eyelids, about to fall, about to shut until black encompasses your vision. if not for the remaining adrenaline coursing through your veins, you would've fainted— but you won't, you wouldn't, not until you see him, see his face.

the thumping in your heart beats louder, and your hands. god, they feel like jelly, it's burning, it's one step closer on collapsing under gravelly concrete and piercing skin into rocks. yet you're forbidden any time for grace, not when he lightly shoves you out of your position, and not when you fall to your sides, hands paralyzed, tears prickling against your cheeks at the pain that burns throughout your body.

"you don't deserve peace after shooting that family in front of that child, you know it."

his voice, domineering, absolutely fucking vibrating with a tremor of sheer anger. he directs his words at you, without empathy, without mercy. he wants you to learn to never mess with him in the streets of gotham. but you'll never... not until he notices you. fuck, you just want him to notice you. and now, he is, with utter vexation that causes a lump in your throat to form.

shit, you've never felt so happy.

it's when his tussled form — heavy, pitch-black boots slathered with crimson liquid — enters your sight that you cough, violently, out of breath, and you can feel it one second, then taste it in your tongue the next.

blood.

you grin, and slowly, ever-so eminently, did you spiral into a cackle. your throat gurgles crimson liquid, and yet it only builds into a cacophony of a broken record. you move your head, look through your nearly shredded domino mask, with so little strength to accompany you, to look at the man above you, eyes glinting with a glow never so alive until now.

you're genuinely so fucking happy.

batman, he who strikes fear into the hearts of gotham villains and civilians alike. he who protects the city at night. he whose name is said with wavering uncertainty— he's looking at you, only you.

'bruce wayne: my dad— is finally looking at me.'

and you! you're laughing, the sounds that emanate from your throat are so scratchy, so utterly decimated that it sounds like vultures feeding through a dead corpse; but you don't let your chuckles die down, because you're so, so happy.

he looks at you, with contempt, with disgust, you don't know; but you're still so overjoyed.

"y-yeah... it's me, i did it. are you proud of me...?" you ask as you look up, through the tears that flow out your eyes, through the grin that couldn't die down. he looks at you like you're insane, and you know he's confused, shifting uncomfortably as he gives someone a status update through the comms, his eyes never leaving your pathetic form—

you look at him like he means the world all throughout.

"call for red robin, i have one of the culprits," he orders through the intangible device, eyes squinting as he takes you in— you whose chuckles slowly calmed down, as your breathing finally becomes heavier, as blood, yours, seem to seep into clumsily made apparel. you, who bruce realized seem too oddly familiar, too small, too childish, whose moment of spiraling insanity is too damn innocent to ignore.

you're not like the typical rogue he encounters, no. and right before you finally allow sleep to overcome you, you muster the last of your energy, to stare back at him with shining eyes, expectant, and like a child's, you ask with the meekest voice.

"hey... dad, i have a surprise." scratchy, absolutely broken, yet spilling with joy, with... your last word right before you continue, bruce's heart thumps ever the slightest faster.

"take my mask off, please?"

crimson began to overtake your entire body, and bruce should've never complied with your... request, but as he kneels and finally gets a grasp of what you truly look like, he notices the frailness, the vulnerability, as if you were never built for... combat. with just how quickly you succumb to the depths of rest, with how oblivious you are to the fact that if it were anyone else, they would've killed you.

you're not properly trained, you fight out of impulse, and he knows it with just how swift you gave up midfight.

when he pulls the domino mask (which seems oddly inspired by the shape of... his vigilante partners, the robins...) off your face, did his heart finally hastened its pace, loud thumping crawling its way to his ears, his eyes registering your face: its form, its shape, your eyes, your nose—

all similar to his, all an amalgamation of your mother's, too.

no... wait, no.

it's not...

it's not his... child?

you?

your eyes, flickering one last time stared at him, softly, like that of a child who looks at their father with pride like nothing else. your hand, it shakes, it shivers, as your fingers find its way creeping to his hand, holding your mask. fingers so dainty, now pulverized bones lay atop his shivering hand, tenderly, as if trying to comfort the very same man who has nearly killed you.

batman— no, bruce looks at you. at what he's done, and only now did he realize his greatest mistake. a child, his child, one whose innocence retained through heinous acts, now a villain, whose actions were all a testimony to merely wanting their father's attention.

he failed you, his child. he failed to protect you, who he has never held up close until now— as your body is hastily taken into his arms. so small, so easily wrapped around his body, so unbefitting of committing criminal activity. now bloodied and laid into barren ground by their very own father.

bruce wayne never felt this much terror, for nearly killing his child.

this, this day marks his sin.

and you? dearest you feel like today is your greatest day.

crimson, nearly every part of you is stained with that putrid color.

yet blood has always been your best friend, no? and right now as you bleed into the arms of your father, you find yourself grateful that it is the last thing you see before a black cloak wraps around you, before black fills your entire line of sight.

short rant ahead: another author's note??? wow. yeah this was such a hard drabble to write. plsplspls leave a comment or some sort of input. anything will do. ive been so demotivated to write lately and i feel like anything i write is just, so bad 😭 like is my pacing good? are the emotions out of place? am i even doing this right ?? i don't know, and i feel like every time i post something i always put up expectations on myself that I should've done better so yeahh. is this attention seeking behavior? probably. but i don't get how people have come to like the stuff i write when i hate whatever i write hence why im in a constant cycle of hiatuses and short breaks. and really, it's just so hard to come into terms with things and i need input lest i accidentally get into a year or two of hiatus, lmaoo.

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USP-S | Cosmos (Updated)

Finally got this stuff done. I have starter python scripts for this update since september, but the orignal design come from far before that.

The constellations are procedrual. There's some recent posts about building the code to allow this to happen. Under that is some stars and noise that I was also able to refine with data that I found.

There's still a few small things that need to be fixed. Textures should be tileable (left side to right side and top to bottom should be seemless), but this one isnt. I need to do a couple things in order to tile the image.

Thats more work though. I think I'm done with this design for a while.

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Twitch prohíbe la promoción de sitios de apuestas de skins de CS:GO en su plataforma

Twitch ha tomado medidas adicionales para restringir el contenido de juegos de azar en su plataforma al actualizar sus Pautas de la Comunidad. La plataforma ha dejado en claro que la promoción y el patrocinio de sitios de apuestas de skins para juegos como CS:GO están terminantemente prohibidos. Esta medida se suma a la reciente […]

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"Oh Baby, a Triple!"

October 24, 2023

Counter-Strike 2 (2023)

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insane trick play you can do with a graffiti spray in cs2