EPTTil I reach the depths of my soul
And pull my heart out of my throat.
With every ounce of energy,
Breathing harder and harder,
My mind racing,
My body exhausted,
I'm trying my hardest to break the sky
And soar out of Gold league.
The split was a little sloppy,
The energy in the air was enough
To create static,
To make the hair on your neck stand.
After a long countdown
Filled with anticipation and energy,
I've made my first probe.
Pylon on 9,
Gate on 12,
Everything is going according to plan.
My probe dances and weaves
Through the terran base,
As if bending time itself,
Narrowly avoiding marines,
Free information has a new meaning.
Energy,
Passion,
I should be the definition of standard.
I'm omnipotent,
I see and know you as well as
A parasite who knows its host.
The early command center was
Your biggest mistake,
And you will regret every moment.
PUNISHMENT,
You will feel the hammer
When it drops.
You will know humility and shame
As your entire race breathes no more.
2.
3.
4. 4 is the number!
4 gates to control them all,
Thats right,
You will know the pride of protoss
As we thrust an erupting burning finger
Through your expansion.
The proxy is complete,
One last round of Auir's finest.
The time has come,
The glory is near!
The bunker didn't stand a chance.
What the hell?
Base is under attack!
OMG my mineral line!
"YOU CHEESER!"
I screamed
As I frantically try to end the game.
A SINGLE TANK!
zealot1: "we must retreat executor."
My worst fear has occurred.
Although valiant and righteous,
We could not defeat our opponent.
The sight of a terran turtling
And a mineral line void of once proud harvesters
Became a reality I couldn't bear.
Seppuku won't be enough.
I shamefully exit game.
GG was not there.
A man with the heart of a lion
No more...
