So, how does the new, souped-up Counter-Strike differ from the old?

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1) See above.

2) Shit J-rock soundtrack by a guitar outfit called “SEX MACHINE GUN.”

3) Costs a quid to play for ten minutes plus the bus fare to your local arcade, instead of NOTHING AT ALL AT HOME.

We fully expect it to be a big hit in England, where going into an internet cafe costs that much anyway. Keeping the vodka in a used Lucozade bottle instead of in a cracked unwashed coffee mug on the pile of crispy socks next to the monitor is going to be extra work, though.