EPTThe game begins, your apm is through the roof(about 20) microing your 6 little workers to individual mineral patches. Sweat rolls down your forehead as you go to place your supply depot. It's still minutes into the game and your opponent hasn't said a thing.
You attempt to strike conversation. “Glgl hf”
A minute passes by, no response.
Your little worker finds its way past the enemy’s lines and scoots its way to the mineral patch. The enemy is zerg and you only see six little drones. The map, Xel Naga. Oh shit someone is going to 6 pool you. Quickly you work your way back to your base but these little zerglinges want nothing of the sort. The scouting worker has his white flag high atop his head. Those little zerglings don’t give a damn; they consume its flesh and bone.
Back at your base you are frantically working to patch up that little hole you left at the choke. But you just spent 75 minerals on a refinery and are now down that supply depot for a complete wall at the ramp.
Flashbacks of the three hellion push from the summer of 2010. There were no survivors. You have the upper hand this time. You begin to mine gas for some building that doesn’t matter yet because it is still in progress; the little worker welding his ass off. More and more zerglings begin to pile up outside that door. Your single marine is just chilling in between the supply depot and barracks waiting for some potshots; because damn is it going to come, and hard.
You notice that your worker count is low, you have been too busy worrying about the door than building SCVs. No worries he only had 6 drones, you must have at least two times that right? Shame on you, you just supply blocked yourself. That wall isn’t complete yet?
Losing your cool.
Oh what the hell is this shit? BANELINGS?
Those supply depots were pretty good, you know for supply. Your handful of marines are nothing compared to the bricks that had been thrown at them.
No survivors. Tell their wives and children. You just got them killed.
Do you feel guilty yet?
Quickly you must go and patch the mud in the cracks and hope the zergling… never mind GRAB THE WORKERS THIS IS WAR!
Your cumbersome amount of workers and surviving marines will demolish this poor zerg’s ladder points. And he wanted the easy win. But damn do those banelings make cake out of your workers. Why did you decide to do that again?
It is no longer an option to produce marines; why bother at all. You know what you must do.
Enter
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en- “you’re a fucking noob” “you can’t even stop something like this?” “Your mother must be proud, I won't forget to tell her about this tonight.”
Oh sweet mother of bad manner. He cheeses you and still has to go with the mom jokes. What a grade A guy right? Just hit enter and feel pride. DON’T YOU DARE HIT THAT F10 N. Rage will not make it any better. Shrug it off man that’s all you can do at a time like this. Take a break, maybe grab a soda or some water. You know those things that really make you happy deep down inside.
This was never meant to be you think, is it really how it has to though? Hey you could lift off your command center if you have one. You know prolong the game. Make him waste more of his time while you go out and get a tasty snack.
“Hurry up and leave jackass I have other people to destroy in this game.” He remarks.
The devil on your shoulder tells you what you must do. "Lift them off, let them be free."
The halo on the other says, "let it be."
Your last supply depot burns down. Larry the SCV is screaming for his life; the zerglings just got speed.
Enter
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I'll get to my notes about this later. Fail...
