The first ever shot I took in my first ever game of any Counter Strike, which I fired completely haphazardly out of my hip, turned out to be a piercing double kill with a single AWP sniper bullet to end the round as the second to last guy standing.
One eastern-European sounding guy in the voice chat went nuts and the next round the entire squad followed me.
I should have just quit playing right then and there, while I was still riding that high, because they soon realised what a fucking noob I actually am and I remembered why I normaly, preemptively choose to mute my squad-fill in most online games I suck at.

Also, as an Austrian guy who loves to paint, I hate that there is an instantly recognisable, shitheaded implication in the gamer tag "Austrian Painter" which was next to the muscle flexing profil picture of a sly nazi, at least -sympathizer, idiot, who hard-carried me the entire next game.
Or maybe he meant Schiele or Kokoschka we'll never know. He might enjoy going to the museum after working out or headshotting some shitters like me.
Nah, we all know who he meant.
I just hate that we all know who he meant.