EPTNote: Based on actual events that may or may not actually be actual events. Any deviation from the truth is purposefully intentionally unintentional, and anyone who feels offended are most likely meant to feel offended.
It was tuesday night and the hour was late. In the manner that subconscious procrastination usually tends to work, the amount of entertainment derived from playing ladder games was assessed to be of a slightly greater magnitude than is sometimes the case. However what is good is not always meant to last.
Indeed, after a reasonable streak of triumphant victories, even the mighty may suffer and give in to the inevitability of hubris. It is at this time that the devious human beings who have chosen the unholy path of cheese will sometimes emerge from the shadows...
And so, despite the fact that your daily triumphs may far outweigh them, you do on occasion find yourself non-indulgent to a situation in which you end a session in a sequence of losses.
All this leads up to one moment.
It was not a particularly good game, which may be expected given the diamond league setting. In fact it could be seen as a bit of an embarrassment.
However, I do not reference this game for any reasons regarding game-play.
The first thing going through my mind was joy over my opponents race, as I have not really been able to loose the match-up of PvP as of late. Starting out as I normally would, I was determined to turn this into a long game. My dreams would, however, soon be proven futile. My faithful probe scouted the opponents base last on Tal'darim altar, and to my horror I found a surprising lack of things at this location. A swift reconnaissance of the situation in my territory proved my fears correct, as an overwhelming amount of cannons was being warped in at my very doorstep. The hastily constructed defenses didn't prove effective enough, and at this point my measly 8 surviving probes and 2 zealots where sent out across the map in order to relocate.
In my frustration I mentioned in a well-written and grammatically correct sentence a few thoughts about playing to get better as opposed to playing to win, thinking I would at least attempt to exchange in an intelligent debate before my eventual surrender.
However, my words appeared to affect the subject in a different manner than was presumed, given the fact fact that said subject actually appeared to leave the game upon reading them.
And so, conclusively, this makes me wonder if I in fact managed to sway this lost soul from the dark side and into the light. The fact of the matter could be that he merely believed his macro to be of inferior proportion to mine, which would appear strange given his comparatively hefty probe-count, or that he accidentally left. I do, however naive as it may seem, have a little belief in humanity, given that a psychological education is a privilege I have mostly avoided to partake in.
Perhaps the next person that cheeses you on the ladder is merely an insecure person, just waiting for a guiding hand to steer him/her in the right direction.
Thank you for your time if you did actually read this (your time is mine now, I keep it in a jar).
