It feels like a friend has died. I will never see him again and no matter how much I miss him or how many memories flood into me, he is gone forever. It feels like we never properly said good-bye. From meeting his little brother in elementary school, and discovering him in high school, we've had such a long history. How can I even describe how it feels to just sit here thinking about all the fun we had together, and then to think about how the disease slowly took his body away from him for itself over two cruel years? It is like seeing his whole life in images over an instant, the humblest beginnings when he didn't know what he was doing or if anything was going to come out of his life, to his achievements to his spiral into darkness.
It's times like these you just want to absorb yourself in grief. You listen to sad songs and torture yourself till an inconvenient life interrupts and demands attention. Things continue moving on, and you feel like you are all alone in the world because no one you know knew him like you did. To bring it up in conversation with people who didn't know him well would be unsatisfying. It gnaws at you that you can't tell anyone how much you miss him, or how sad it is that he's gone forever, and that if you did they would not understand.
The world is cruel. It becomes as if it had never happened and the life you knew was wasted. Won't anyone remember him? Won't anyone give him the proper respects for what he achieved? Has it all disappeared into the quiet thoughts of those who loved him, in the serene mornings such thoughts wander to what was and no longer is? And then for those thoughts to be pushed out during the uncaring tasks of the day that didn't know.
So many of us lost that friend, but I still can find it hard to believe that, why isn't is just some nightmare? We would wake up and everything would be back to normal
Wish I could've met earlier, I missed so many things, so much fun...
I will never forget the time we've spent together. I will never stop appreciating everything he's done for me. I am sad. No clue on how to move on, i don't even want to think about it. I wish i could go back in time...
I met him late. Thankfully, not too late. I won't lie--I cope well, and have found ways to move on. But I will fondly remember the time we spent together.
I can't count how many days I walked into class sleep-deprived because of you, being halfways around the world and all. But I don't regret a second of the time I spent.
i felt the need to comment on your blog post. i'm sorry if it comes off as insensitive.
i don't think that your (everyone's) understanding and respect for him are really just quiet thoughts, i think they're quite the opposite, but was beautifully worded despite what i think.
i seem to believe that when you have someone on your mind, it's almost as if everything you've done was with a thought of them.
regardless of how close you were to them.. given the time, given the space, and given that everyone has a life of their own, i'm sure your friend would respect how much thought you've put into everything as is.
please live long and remember your friend in positive light. you are one of his/her stories.
Would he want you to be sad? Or would he want you to simply remember him for what he was, and to move onto to the future? Who knows, maybe he wants to see himself outdone.
The worst thing is having almost noone in day-to-day life you can share the loss with. The end will go largely unmarked and only a few of my friends will understand its death as anything more than trivial.
I first met you in early middle school..before the fame and the glory and the popularity. It was just me and you, and we treated life like it would never end, or like it would end that very night. Staying up every night till early in the morning to get to know you better, slowly beginning to understand all the complexities. Through the years others you truly became something special to the world, and those that experienced you and your presence never regretted it and never truly left. We grew apart during your last few years despite it all, but at the end I spent many long nights thinking about the past memories and the incredible nights. Too late for the other side...Caught in a chase, 25 to life...
Nothing will ever replace it. Nobody who came after it will be worth listening to because they didn't know about it. Those who didn't understand it and follow it as a part of their life will always be vain of their own abilities, completely ignorant to the fact they are a mere shadow of the legends that fell before them. There will never be a substitute for the hole in our hearts. Certainly not to be filled by the inferior ego-filled one that murdered him.
To lose someone you've known so well, someone who has known you... is inexpressible. Words, communication, are fundamentally limited, and tragedy is somehow too sublime and too strong for us to convey it. Take care, man.
worst part is he's not even dead yet. He got shot in the back by his little brother and is just laying on the ground waiting to bleed out and there's nothing we can do about it.
What a great friend, he is really changing, I hope I can appreciate his changes. I feel sad for those who met this very precious friend many years before me. I dont regret learning to know him late as I probally would be too young to appreciate him.
I remember the days, sitting in my living room, staring at a tube-TV watching the KPGA, and watching the old school OSL where they wore space suits and shit. It feels like just yesterday I was watching the legend of the fall, the rise of Reach, the birth of the Cheater Terran, epic finals comebacks (XellOs, GGPlay), the birth of a bonjwa, the revolution, and many many more great memories. I will miss you old friend.
And although you maybe on life-support. I will be there with you until the end. Until we can no longer see your face, until you have been completely replaced, my first love.
I feel exactly the same. Never got to know him well until these past 3 odd years. Before that, we would only greet each other in the halls. But these past 3 years we grew extremely close, sleep be damned. Rooting hard every time Oz took to the stage, fighting to dispel the JaedongOz label, with sporadic success. My days spent wondering how they would perform in their next game, endlessly calculating their chances of success, and wondering which version of the team would show up on a particular day.
On May 10 2012 15:17 sCCrooked wrote: Nothing will ever replace it. Nobody who came after it will be worth listening to because they didn't know about it. Those who didn't understand it and follow it as a part of their life will always be vain of their own abilities, completely ignorant to the fact they are a mere shadow of the legends that fell before them. There will never be a substitute for the hole in our hearts. Certainly not to be filled by the inferior ego-filled one that murdered him.
Well said. The yearning to share with others will forever be stifled. We can no longer look and point to this most established and presitigious scene as proof of BW's supremacy and legitimacy.
I was somehow still clinging on to hope after the first media day with the anouncement of the combined leagues, but it finally really hit me that its gone forever, leaving this gaping hole in my heart, with this latest anouncement. And it sucks feeling so empty. Looks like real life may have to take over to fill in this gap, but I really don't want to....
On May 10 2012 15:55 Iplaythings wrote: I met this guy what is soon 4 years ago.
What a great friend, he is really changing, I hope I can appreciate his changes. I feel sad for those who met this very precious friend many years before me. I dont regret learning to know him late as I probally would be too young to appreciate him.
But what a great friend he was
If feel really happy for those that knew him before me, I barely knew him for 5 mins or knew him for longer but not really knowing him...
Ah good times, and good memories dear friend, many long nights, and early mornings, sometimes just from chatting rather then gaming, and vice versa. So much time consumed but no regrets.
Reading this for some reason reminded me of Boxer's biography those of you that have read it will know which part, it has been so long.. I might read it again.
On May 10 2012 15:50 Ideas wrote: worst part is he's not even dead yet. He got shot in the back by his little brother and is just laying on the ground waiting to bleed out and there's nothing we can do about it.
Don't forget the part where his little brother is also eating his corpse to make himself larger. It's actually quite morbid ;_;
As a huge crowd stands around cheering on the devouring of the body
rest in peace my beloved friend, ill never forget you and the good times we've shared over the past 4 1/2 years of knowing you
When I met this friend, he introduced me to Yeon Yool, Sung Gyoon, Tae Yang and Yo-hwan and the house of Fox. Through this friend I got to know about Korea which was just in time, my mom was starting to get into Korean drama and we shared things we know. Luckily for me this friend was in TV for a good while ( I didn't have net and didn't know it was in Korea only).
I remember all those afternoons when I rushed back home and the casters talked about Jaedong, the top zerg while he dueled against Bisu who before had beaten a certain Jae Yoon. It was 2008.
It was a good time and I still believe he's out there, waiting to comeback.
It's kind of early to be writing a eulogy before the patient died no? I'm not too fond of the bw/sc2 frankenstain kespa has created,but there is still a OSL to be played and personally I'm looking forward to it rather than sobering in this bitter,long drawn out good bye that,yea,is forced by the new PL format but its still going to be BW and for what its worth I know the players will try to do their best to give it the farewell it deserves.
Don't cry for me Argentina the truth is I never left you All through my wild days My mad existence I kept my promise Don't keep your distance
And as for fortune and as for fame I never invited them in Though it seemed to the world They were all I desired They are illusions They're not the solutions They promise to be The answer was here all the time I love you and hope you love me.
I was in third year of my degree. You came by the labs, said you were visiting one of my lecturers. We dropped by that bar nearby, famous in undergrad circles for its atmosphere. Though I met you for the first time on my own, I have heard about you from somewhere and it felt like I have known you since forever. You were well established by then, even though some were badmouthing you and greed have has fueled some to come to your doorstep with a case in court. Still, you held your head high and proud, aware that what you have accomplished was unmatched in the the whole world and no enterprise could come close.
We drank through the night as if the world ceased to exist outside that bar. You said that your mother was pregnant again. You said that early USG pictures were good. You were hopeful and happy. Smiling and jesting we drank and talked. Well, it was more like I listened to the chatter between you and the barkeep, who seemed to know everything about everyone everywhere (I guess it's a prerequisite for the job). But nevertheless I felt accomplished... I felt safe... I felt like I found a new home.
We met more after that fateful first. I saw you at uni, you dropped by whenever you could both in my rented flat and when I flew home. You were a perfect partner in crime, even though meeting you was possible only in the dark hours of the night for the most part. But I did not care. I was stubbornly showing up to hear about your ventures. When it was impossible, I'd ask around the bar since the regulars were often as knowledgeable about you as the barkeep. I'd ask you about your little brother sometime, but I stopped after a while.
When the barkeep broke the news that you had cancer I felt like my world shatered into million bits. I could not believe - you seemed strong, even stronger then ever before. Then I realised that you were already sick when I met you and I was just too naive to notice. I watched you struggle and purge the disease with horror and hope for recovery. It seemed you have stabilised after the drastic measures taken, so I was really glad. Your condition was precarious, but the vitals were there and lately you have shown signs of going back to the old form you had.
Then the barkeep told me the rumours that your litle brother who was slowly growing up was going after you. And then, over a drink, you said that your parents are quarelling over the two of you. You were calm but I was not. I rooted hard against mom and little bro, and it seemed that the court ended in her favour. But you had preserved you venture and that meant we could still keep meeting. That was all I cared about.
Now the mom is back. She sends her agents to the bar every now and again. She remarried lately and bought a gun. You were trying to do things the old way, but your father has been a little sick nowadays and he said he needs to pass the family business to the new blood. You knew it was not going to be you. The barkeep knew. I was hoping for a solution that would allow you to function even if not on the same terms as before. But it was not to be.
At gunpoint father was forced to sign the document giving all power to you little brother. Mom has won and you are left to go to the old people's home despite your age, where you will 'exist' until you die. When you do, the good old world will go with you. Still, I will visit you so that we can talk about the 'ol days over a couple of drinks.
And I will not be the only one - you have met many people similar to me, both before and after that fateful night two years ago. Like many, I love you. Like many, I am angry at myself for not looking for you earlier when I had the time. Like many, I feel angry that I was powerless to prevent the changes. Like many, I will follow you wherever you go because we know that there is no other like you.
</3) BW forever </3
And though the bar has been changing its look to a modern style that I am not that fond of, I love the fact that its walls are decorated with your accomplishments right from the start till the end. It caught my eye that night and it keeps me coming back. Even though its filled mostly by half drunk first year undergrads who pass out on the floor and throw up everywhere except the toilet. <3 TL <3
WARNING This post turned out wayyy too dramatic, apologies if anyone finds it depressing. T_T;;
+edit: this is about a friend. CHEF WHAT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GIRL BLOG?
I first met him more than a decade ago, when he had this crazy idea of becoming famous and being accepted as mainstream culture. I laughed; what a ridiculous fellow! He was quite the exact definition of a friend that every parent would pull their kids away from! Nevertheless, he was clearly talented and passionate. Beyond the negative rumours about addiction and others, I saw strategic brilliance and mechanical perfection that I didn't find in any other friend. Despite the opposition from my parents, we soon became inseparable buddies. I would spend many days and evenings with him, sharing tales of epic victories and heartbreaking losses.
Much to my surprise and delight, he achieved what he set out to become - a part of mainstream culture. Thousands joined us in celebrating the culmination of talent, creativity, and passion. He even got corporate sponsors, and a cable channel dedicated to broadcasting his ever-evolving spectrum of entertainment. He was always generous - in the hundreds and maybe thousands of hours spent together, he wouldn't take a penny from me.
Perhaps it was all too good to be true. Maybe I put too much trust in him, unconditionally. I wasn't the only one, thousands of others trusted him the same way. Some could argue that he was too careless in his own glorious life, that he wasn't ready to protect himself against the malicious forces in the world. Did a wise man say that all good things must come to an end? Isn't that really obvious, as all mortals are destined to meet an end, one way or another? Well then, how did we get caught in the illusion that our friend would defy the flow of time and live in eternal glory?
One day, he was stabbed viciously by one of the very prodigies he raised himself. We don't know who to blame, really - the prodigy helped raise the popularity of the scene, and revolutionized many aspects that would further help our friend reach new heights. There was widespread disbelief, as we learned that the prodigy was one of the leaders in the shadow movement that critically wounded our friend. With the help of good friends, he was immediately hospitalized and given the best treatment possible - but the poisons didn't leave his body. The bruises didn't fade, and the wounds didn't fully heal. He was visibly battered, his flair was reduced, and his confidence never recovered. Knowing of the evil forces that wanted his head, sponsors saw too much risk and left him, and hundreds of friends did the same. I didn't, because I believed he would overcome all obstacles, just like he did in the past.
It turns out that he had a young brother. I first welcomed the news, expecting him to be the rightful heir of the scene that his older brother cultivated. I think I speak for the entire community when I say that he was expected to follow the greatness of his older brother, and take it to another level. Turns out I was wrong. His younger brother, eager to take the throne before proving himself worthy, took a gavel and delivered a smashing blow to the head of my dear friend. I thought that would be the end.
My friend proved me wrong. He was old, and nowhere as strong and vibrant as he was in his youth, but he held on like a champion. He was a fallen champion perhaps, an ageing war hero slowly dying from his battle wounds. He hung on for another year before he was deemed too fragile to continue on his own.
So we decided to put him on life support with the help of his younger brother. We would prolong his crumbling life, just for a little bit, so that at least his younger brother can have a better start when he fully inherits the throne. Many opposed this idea, preferring to see our friend meet a heroic end rather than a pathetic decline into oblivion.
Perhaps he is already dead, in practical terms. His younger brother will lead the very same scene with different styles and features. He may as well be dead, really - it pains me to see faint glimpses of his prime years in the last moments of his life.
But I will watch him. I will watch him until his eyes shut for the last time. I will follow him to the last stroke of his movement. I will catch his breath until his last breath. And when he does finally breathe his last - I will be here, along with thousands of his loyal friends, in celebrating his achievements and immortalizing his legacy. We will celebrate, because he achieved things that people thought was utterly impossible.
It's just a game, they said. In fact, they say the same now. It's just a game. Yes, it's just a game - that touched the lives of many. It's just a game that made people laugh, cry, and jump out of their seats with genuine emotions.
I hold his fragile hands.
"It's almost over. Thanks for everything, buddy."
- "If I ever made you smile, then you owe me nothing. Nobody owes me anything. I am happy, and I'm glad that I met you, and all the others around the world."
"I've got to go... and I'm not sure if I'll see you again."
He doesn't reply. He doesn't wave goodbye either. His hands quietly slip away from mine, and he rests them peacefully on top of his chest. A deep breath, and a faint smile. I naturally jerk at the monitor to check his pulse, and it seems fine. Whew... maybe he just needed some rest. Seeing that it's probably time for me to go, I grab my coat and head for the door. His younger brother, at his bedside, seems to understand something that I don't. He gets up, shakes my hand, thanks me for being here, and goes back to the stool beside the bed. Perhaps I've misjudged, or perhaps he's changed... but maybe he's not such a bad guy, after all.
I take one last look before closing the door behind me. Brothers: an aged hero barely living the last minutes of his celebrated life, and a young champion, blessed and doomed to follow the great footsteps of his elder.
I wish I could have met him sooner. I so badly wanted to make up for all our lost time together. Instead, I'll now just cherish all of our moments together, and never forget what an amazing friend he was.
We all know how it feels to lose someone important to you. In many ways it's like you lose an important part of yourself, leaving you with nothing but a handfull of bittersweet memories. To me, personally, it's very difficult to cherish those memories without also mourning the loss of what once was.
If the important thing you lost is a girl, a friend, a game, a passion or anything else really, is in my opinion irrelevant, since the resulting feeling of loss is nearly the same. The only thing to hope for is to one day be able to find something else to fill the void where you used to keep something very important to you. That may never happen, but it tends to be the one thing that keeps me going when all I want to do is to stop. Stop caring, stop looking, stop doing anything.
Rather than doing that, I try to move forward and look for something new or someone else. If I'm lucky I might even find it, however unlikely it may seem. I hope that in time, you will find that something too -- whatever it might be.
What if I told you Jesus came to abolish religion? .... wait, wrong website
I personally met said friend 8 years ago, and well we had many great moments, and eventually we parted ways. Much later, in 2010, I reconnected with said friend via another more shallow friend, but by then it was too late.
So all of you would really listen to sad songs while thinking about bw ? Dudes, there's already a ton of threads for crying, don't start here. Really sad story if it's really about a friend, sad in an other sense if it's about bw.
On May 11 2012 03:24 Erasme wrote: So all of you would really listen to sad songs while thinking about bw ? Dudes, there's already a ton of threads for crying, don't start here. Really sad story if it's really about a friend, sad in an other sense if it's about bw.
It's a pity, but seriously, you'll have better reasons to be heartborken later on in your life. And there are plenty of amazing games around, with very nice communities if you are really into gaming. I'm into chess these days, I can't even think of watching a Brood War game anymore because of much more awesomness I find in a Kasparov - Topalov game than in any Flash game in history. I'm being serious. And God knows I love Brood War.
Let's be happy it lasted that long. That's extraordinary.
I remember when war 3 came out i thought "maybe bw as something magic, maybe it will never die, it's just so vastly superior than any sport/sport~like show ".
Sc2 slowly took me in. But it isn't the same. That little boy I was with brood war. All the energy it gave. I gave. It'll never be the same.
I remember how amazed I could be.
Coming home from school, starting the computer to see how the PL game went.
How I for a day was at the second place of liquibet.
Just sitting there with an open mouth gasping at Stork finally finding Fantasys hidden base. Being amazed of seeing how amazed that game could make me.
Loving to hate Idra. Shivering of inspiration from watching Nonys first courage. Calling my friend screaming about it.
Seeing Nony take out Idra in TSL2. Biggest shit ever. Seein Nony face off with Mondragon as an ending and circle-completing celebration of Brood war.
The surprise of that there was yet another temple stacked beneath on that blue map where Nony cut probes and goon pushed terrans to death on Courage. What was that map called?
Awaiting an english commentary of the games, until after a year I realized how magical just listening to the korean commentators was. It's like how much I love Sigur Rós. I don't understand a word of what they say, so my imagination just makes something out of their love. The same goes with the Korean commentators.
Creating my first b.net games called: 2v2 hunters new beginners swe And the words changing over time: 2v2 hunt Newbies 2v2 hunt Newbiez 2v2 Hunt newbz 2v2 Hunt Noobz 2v2 hunt nub.
Realizing how everything was connected. Finding out that the reason the name was KPGA Hunters wasn't random it was because of a tournament I'd never heard of back then. That the reason I walled in as terran was because Boxer did it in Korea when I was busy playing "Missile turret defence stack9" over and over.
It was all connected.Still is. But different. It's like how you can't ever love again, like your first love.
Time goes by. I play my 2v2s. But that boyish energy that was kept alive. That spark that it always ignited. It's not getting lit up.
Brood war. You gave me an escapism I very much needed. You were the red thread that lead me to new friendship in a new class. You were my secret life. My secret love.
Chef. I loved your blogs. And your trolling of handwritings. Thanks for making a place for these emotions. I wasn't sure I'd still have them. But here I am. In Nostalgia. Upon Wuthering Heights.
We met in early elementary school, when he took me by surprise at how much fun we could have together. With someone who I had only met for a couple weeks, we knew each other like the best of friends... The nights we didn't sleep through, and the days that were spent fully worth it... A few years ago I didn't think this would happen... I didn't think this was possible.....
We're finally at acceptance.... Fucking hell, I wish we weren't... It will never be the same again without him... RIP.. FUCK.
If this is really about Brood war, as some people suggested, then it is really, really sick. It would be miderately sick (yet still acceptable) if it were supposed to be funny, but it seems dead serious. Or maybe it is not, but the fact that many people interpret it that way without even showing doubt seems that this is acceptable thinking process for you.
How can you ever compare anything as meaningless as a video game to the death of a fucking human being?! It's absolutely disgusting. Guess you really did not see many friends dying. Or probably did not ever have freinds to begin with, with that attitude ...
Or it may all be really an attempt to humour that I am not getting. That happens. Anyway, if someone really thinks that anything that anything that ever happens related to a video game is somehow comparable to human death, please, PLEASE go seek help, before you seriously hurt you or anybody else.
On May 11 2012 05:37 opisska wrote: If this is really about Brood war, as some people suggested, then it is really, really sick. It would be miderately sick (yet still acceptable) if it were supposed to be funny, but it seems dead serious. Or maybe it is not, but the fact that many people interpret it that way without even showing doubt seems that this is acceptable thinking process for you.
How can you ever compare anything as meaningless as a video game to the death of a fucking human being?! It's absolutely disgusting. Guess you really did not see many friends dying. Or probably did not ever have freinds to begin with, with that attitude ...
Or it may all be really an attempt to humour that I am not getting. That happens. Anyway, if someone really thinks that anything that anything that ever happens related to a video game is somehow comparable to human death, please, PLEASE go seek help, before you seriously hurt you or anybody else.
It's a farfetched comparison but it's a similar kind of emotional process.
We invest ourselves in our friends and see ourselves in them. See them in us. Well I invested myselif into Brood war and it gave me a lot of joyful memories, my life still has threads that go far back into those days. Friends here at TL. Friends from real life that brood war gave a playground for.
Don't read it as a fundamental wording from us. We put pride in our brood war love and we will enjoy putting our emotions into words of overdrive.
On May 11 2012 05:37 opisska wrote: If this is really about Brood war, as some people suggested, then it is really, really sick. It would be miderately sick (yet still acceptable) if it were supposed to be funny, but it seems dead serious. Or maybe it is not, but the fact that many people interpret it that way without even showing doubt seems that this is acceptable thinking process for you.
How can you ever compare anything as meaningless as a video game to the death of a fucking human being?! It's absolutely disgusting. Guess you really did not see many friends dying. Or probably did not ever have freinds to begin with, with that attitude ...
Or it may all be really an attempt to humour that I am not getting. That happens. Anyway, if someone really thinks that anything that anything that ever happens related to a video game is somehow comparable to human death, please, PLEASE go seek help, before you seriously hurt you or anybody else.
Your signature. "The most offensive thing you can ever do is being offended."
... Like I said, this isn't about Brood War or I would have written literally about it. It is about the difficulty of dealing with emotions from secret lives. The inability to express grief or get a sense of closure when the people you know at your work just don't have any idea. The details of what specifically cause the emotion are not given and are therefore not judgeable except by speculation. If people relate to it because it makes them think of BW that's fine. It's really very ordinary for something abstract to gain meaning in the context of one's own life.
I was thinking about a lot of things when I wrote this, including real live human being people with arms and leggies, and a video game called Brood War. I know you are probably 14 years old or something and really wanna argue with people on the internet, but there is really nothing to argue about here. You need to cool down and stop posting on TL for awhile.
We were both young when I first played you I close my eyes And the flashback starts I hold my mouse In the summer at my grandma's house
See the lights See the stage, the announcers I watched as oov took the title from Boxer In his prime. You were the greatest game of all time
But Starcraft two came with shinier graphics And my friends said Starcraft one was obsolete And I was banging on my keyboard Saying Brood War don't go, Starcraft
You were the greatest game I ever had the luck to play. Boxer Nada ooV Savior's legacy is here to stay I might only be singing this 'cuz I don't have a beta key Starcraft don't leave me, Broodwar never GG
So my roommate gets a beta key invite I ask him to share, and he says not tonight I pity him Cuz he's playing a crappier game (that's not as good)
Cuz Starcraft two may have shinier graphics And my friends might say that you are obsolete Even with your 2D spirtes you're still my #1 favorite game, Starcraft
You were the greatest game I ever had the luck to play. Boxer Nada ooV Savior's legacy is here to stay I might only be singing this 'cuz I don't have a beta key Starcraft don't leave me, Broodwar never GG
You were the greatest game I ever had the luck to play. Even though Protoss is imba, I don't care what others say Cosairs are bullshit, and please nerf the DT Starcraft I still love you, Broodwar never GG
I got tired of hating Wondering if Starcraft 2 was actually good So I ended up playing A 1v1 placement game as best I could, and I said
This game is strangely similar to Starcraft one Even though it's different, I've gotta say it's just as fun Played a TvP with siege tanks but no blue goo I guess I'm going to have to say, that Starcraft 2
You are the greatest game I ever had the luck to play. Please nerf Immortals, That's all I have to say Now I really wish that I could get a beta key Starcraft 2 I love you, This was our destiny
Just a disclaimer, I still love Broodwar
On May 11 2012 05:58 StarStruck wrote: The Internets be serious business? Oh, no. ._.
BW isn't just a video game bra. It's a way of life. ;D
Very few games live to see over a decade of top level competition. Don't get to rallied up over a little anecdote.
On May 11 2012 05:37 opisska wrote: If this is really about Brood war, as some people suggested, then it is really, really sick. It would be miderately sick (yet still acceptable) if it were supposed to be funny, but it seems dead serious. Or maybe it is not, but the fact that many people interpret it that way without even showing doubt seems that this is acceptable thinking process for you.
How can you ever compare anything as meaningless as a video game to the death of a fucking human being?! It's absolutely disgusting. Guess you really did not see many friends dying. Or probably did not ever have freinds to begin with, with that attitude ...
Or it may all be really an attempt to humour that I am not getting. That happens. Anyway, if someone really thinks that anything that anything that ever happens related to a video game is somehow comparable to human death, please, PLEASE go seek help, before you seriously hurt you or anybody else.
Your signature. "The most offensive thing you can ever do is being offended."
... Like I said, this isn't about Brood War or I would have written literally about it. It is about the difficulty of dealing with emotions from secret lives. The inability to express grief or get a sense of closure when the people you know at your work just don't have any idea. The details of what specifically cause the emotion are not given and are therefore not judgeable except by speculation. If people relate to it because it makes them think of BW that's fine. It's really very ordinary for something abstract to gain meaning in the context of one's own life.
I was thinking about a lot of things when I wrote this, including real live human being people with arms and leggies, and a video game called Brood War. I know you are probably 14 years old or something and really wanna argue with people on the internet, but there is really nothing to argue about here. You need to cool down and stop posting on TL for awhile.
Oh, you are so deep and so much wiser than me! The fact that you can speak in indirect hints, metaphors and would-be-greater-truths, coupled with your accurate assesment of my age and life experience and your willingess to give me condescending advice clearly proves that. I suddenly feel that must obey your obvious moral authority and stop having my own opinions, even though I have never heard of you before.
On a more serious note, you are right in something. I should not have acted like I was offended, because that is kinda stupid thing to do and I actually try to be against that. But as I have already said, it does not quite matter how did you mean your post - even though I do not like this style of expression, you have all the right in the world to do that and I woould find nothing objectionable on your original post alone, because I would just honestly assume you are talking about actual serious stuff. It is the replies, it is all in the replies!
I came in to Brood War after I got SC2, but I still love it. Sadly, I don't have the experience of following it for all those years, seeing the rise and fall of sAviOr, the domination periods of the bonjwas... It must've been amazing.
On May 11 2012 05:37 opisska wrote: If this is really about Brood war, as some people suggested, then it is really, really sick. It would be miderately sick (yet still acceptable) if it were supposed to be funny, but it seems dead serious. Or maybe it is not, but the fact that many people interpret it that way without even showing doubt seems that this is acceptable thinking process for you.
How can you ever compare anything as meaningless as a video game to the death of a fucking human being?! It's absolutely disgusting. Guess you really did not see many friends dying. Or probably did not ever have freinds to begin with, with that attitude ...
Or it may all be really an attempt to humour that I am not getting. That happens. Anyway, if someone really thinks that anything that anything that ever happens related to a video game is somehow comparable to human death, please, PLEASE go seek help, before you seriously hurt you or anybody else.
Thank you for saying this. Maybe Chef might not have ment it (though he does reply then say he was still thinkign about BW alongside other crap so it just seems like a "bleh but I also ment this") but everyone else actually posting about bw. For Shame.
I feel like BW for most people was their childhood thing, it carried them even into their young adulthood. For me I love SC2 but i've drifted from it to LoL, just more my type of game, but for me i will always remember some of the crazy moments of BW that i saw, like bisu's miracle win in the grand finals ace match this year.
You Only Live Twice or so it seems, One life for yourself and one for your dreams. You drift through the years and life seems tame, Till one dream appears and love is its name.
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on, Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.
This dream is for you, so pay the price. Make one dream come true, you only live twice.
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on, Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.
This dream is for you, so pay the price. Make one dream come true, you only live twice.
I want to empathize with you, but alas, my beloved friend SC2 is very healthy, rising and surpassing those who remain blindly stubborn and show unwillingness to move with the times, leaving them behind, dead in the water.
Behind? What in the blue hell are you talking about?
SC2 is on borrowed time buddy old pal. Just like everything else in the world. Heck, even LoL has surpassed SC2. Doesn't mean SC2 is dead. Just like BW aint dead.
On May 11 2012 10:24 fer wrote: I want to empathize with you, but alas, my beloved friend SC2 is very healthy, rising and surpassing those who remain blindly stubborn and show unwillingness to move with the times, leaving them behind, dead in the water.
So i should start listening toJustin Bieber because i should "move with the times" ? i dont think so. i for one will keep playing BW until SC3 comes out, hopefully is an epic game, sc2 is alright but not epic.
I think the point he's missing insanet is the fact that BW was never about the money and I don't know why people keep bringing it up when Chef already said that BW was an afterthought when he wrote this.
You're right. I don't understand why there is a need to feel sad about this.
For me there were other games before BW and there will be other games after it. I miss being younger, of not having the responsibility. But I would hate myself for not pursuing more admirable goals that I could look on proudly of in the future. So no game will ever be like BW. But the loss of pro BW is not like the death of a good friend. Games can be replaced with no loss of fun. Lost friends leave a feeling of sadness that stays forever every time you're reminded of them. I won't feel sad that I can't play or watch BW anymore. I loved the UMS of BW and will have desires to play many of them in the future. But even if starcraft 2's UMS can't replicate the level of entertainment, other games will.
On May 11 2012 05:37 opisska wrote: If this is really about Brood war, as some people suggested, then it is really, really sick. It would be miderately sick (yet still acceptable) if it were supposed to be funny, but it seems dead serious. Or maybe it is not, but the fact that many people interpret it that way without even showing doubt seems that this is acceptable thinking process for you.
How can you ever compare anything as meaningless as a video game to the death of a fucking human being?! It's absolutely disgusting. Guess you really did not see many friends dying. Or probably did not ever have freinds to begin with, with that attitude ...
Or it may all be really an attempt to humour that I am not getting. That happens. Anyway, if someone really thinks that anything that anything that ever happens related to a video game is somehow comparable to human death, please, PLEASE go seek help, before you seriously hurt you or anybody else.
Ever heard of personification? Man you... you are a sack of turds...
What a fucking surprise this blog was. Thought it was about an actual friend.
See, unlike losing a friend that you met when you were seven years old, games will never die. Sure, servers may be cut, but you can still play the game. Even if you break the disc, there's going to be a new one coming out anyway. Friends, however, must be made by you, and sometimes you just don't feel like making anymore because of all the one's you've lost.
If you're crying about BW, go play some WOL. It's far better.
On May 12 2012 02:41 DigiGnar wrote: What a fucking surprise this blog was. Thought it was about an actual friend.
See, unlike losing a friend that you met when you were seven years old, games will never die. Sure, servers may be cut, but you can still play the game. Even if you break the disc, there's going to be a new one coming out anyway. Friends, however, must be made by you, and sometimes you just don't feel like making anymore because of all the one's you've lost.
If you're crying about BW, go play some WOL. It's far better.
Apparently, the guy's sarcasm detector is broken. Call the internet police. wheeeeeennnnnnnnnnno wheeeeeennnnnnnnnno.
You can stick to your opinion by all means. Just know there are quite a number of people who beg to differ when it comes to preference and taste.
I do agree on the fact that games never truly die. As I mentioned a wee bit earlier. We just won't see the same drive or competition ever again in the game, which is a bit of a shame but hell, it's still a buttload of fun.
On May 10 2012 23:24 OpticalShot wrote: WARNING This post turned out wayyy too dramatic, apologies if anyone finds it depressing. T_T;;
+edit: this is about a friend. CHEF WHAT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GIRL BLOG?
I first met him more than a decade ago, when he had this crazy idea of becoming famous and being accepted as mainstream culture. I laughed; what a ridiculous fellow! He was quite the exact definition of a friend that every parent would pull their kids away from! Nevertheless, he was clearly talented and passionate. Beyond the negative rumours about addiction and others, I saw strategic brilliance and mechanical perfection that I didn't find in any other friend. Despite the opposition from my parents, we soon became inseparable buddies. I would spend many days and evenings with him, sharing tales of epic victories and heartbreaking losses.
Much to my surprise and delight, he achieved what he set out to become - a part of mainstream culture. Thousands joined us in celebrating the culmination of talent, creativity, and passion. He even got corporate sponsors, and a cable channel dedicated to broadcasting his ever-evolving spectrum of entertainment. He was always generous - in the hundreds and maybe thousands of hours spent together, he wouldn't take a penny from me.
Perhaps it was all too good to be true. Maybe I put too much trust in him, unconditionally. I wasn't the only one, thousands of others trusted him the same way. Some could argue that he was too careless in his own glorious life, that he wasn't ready to protect himself against the malicious forces in the world. Did a wise man say that all good things must come to an end? Isn't that really obvious, as all mortals are destined to meet an end, one way or another? Well then, how did we get caught in the illusion that our friend would defy the flow of time and live in eternal glory?
One day, he was stabbed viciously by one of the very prodigies he raised himself. We don't know who to blame, really - the prodigy helped raise the popularity of the scene, and revolutionized many aspects that would further help our friend reach new heights. There was widespread disbelief, as we learned that the prodigy was one of the leaders in the shadow movement that critically wounded our friend. With the help of good friends, he was immediately hospitalized and given the best treatment possible - but the poisons didn't leave his body. The bruises didn't fade, and the wounds didn't fully heal. He was visibly battered, his flair was reduced, and his confidence never recovered. Knowing of the evil forces that wanted his head, sponsors saw too much risk and left him, and hundreds of friends did the same. I didn't, because I believed he would overcome all obstacles, just like he did in the past.
It turns out that he had a young brother. I first welcomed the news, expecting him to be the rightful heir of the scene that his older brother cultivated. I think I speak for the entire community when I say that he was expected to follow the greatness of his older brother, and take it to another level. Turns out I was wrong. His younger brother, eager to take the throne before proving himself worthy, took a gavel and delivered a smashing blow to the head of my dear friend. I thought that would be the end.
My friend proved me wrong. He was old, and nowhere as strong and vibrant as he was in his youth, but he held on like a champion. He was a fallen champion perhaps, an ageing war hero slowly dying from his battle wounds. He hung on for another year before he was deemed too fragile to continue on his own.
So we decided to put him on life support with the help of his younger brother. We would prolong his crumbling life, just for a little bit, so that at least his younger brother can have a better start when he fully inherits the throne. Many opposed this idea, preferring to see our friend meet a heroic end rather than a pathetic decline into oblivion.
Perhaps he is already dead, in practical terms. His younger brother will lead the very same scene with different styles and features. He may as well be dead, really - it pains me to see faint glimpses of his prime years in the last moments of his life.
But I will watch him. I will watch him until his eyes shut for the last time. I will follow him to the last stroke of his movement. I will catch his breath until his last breath. And when he does finally breathe his last - I will be here, along with thousands of his loyal friends, in celebrating his achievements and immortalizing his legacy. We will celebrate, because he achieved things that people thought was utterly impossible.
It's just a game, they said. In fact, they say the same now. It's just a game. Yes, it's just a game - that touched the lives of many. It's just a game that made people laugh, cry, and jump out of their seats with genuine emotions.
I hold his fragile hands.
"It's almost over. Thanks for everything, buddy."
- "If I ever made you smile, then you owe me nothing. Nobody owes me anything. I am happy, and I'm glad that I met you, and all the others around the world."
"I've got to go... and I'm not sure if I'll see you again."
He doesn't reply. He doesn't wave goodbye either. His hands quietly slip away from mine, and he rests them peacefully on top of his chest. A deep breath, and a faint smile. I naturally jerk at the monitor to check his pulse, and it seems fine. Whew... maybe he just needed some rest. Seeing that it's probably time for me to go, I grab my coat and head for the door. His younger brother, at his bedside, seems to understand something that I don't. He gets up, shakes my hand, thanks me for being here, and goes back to the stool beside the bed. Perhaps I've misjudged, or perhaps he's changed... but maybe he's not such a bad guy, after all.
I take one last look before closing the door behind me. Brothers: an aged hero barely living the last minutes of his celebrated life, and a young champion, blessed and doomed to follow the great footsteps of his elder.
For some reason, I find it... assuring.
This post needs more love. I had man tears in eyes at the end. So poignant.
When the peeks first released for SC2 there was talk about closing the BW servers to ensure the success of SC2. They never did that. I don't think SC2 tried to stop people from BW more than any new games tries to get people to switch to it over its older version. It's certainly not a little brother betraying his older brother.
Guys stop thinking it's about bw, it's about the feelings of losing a friend. You won't fucking lose bw. I still play game like TA or Master of Orion with friends. What will stop you from playing it with other liquidians?
On May 12 2012 02:41 DigiGnar wrote: What a fucking surprise this blog was. Thought it was about an actual friend.
See, unlike losing a friend that you met when you were seven years old, games will never die. Sure, servers may be cut, but you can still play the game. Even if you break the disc, there's going to be a new one coming out anyway. Friends, however, must be made by you, and sometimes you just don't feel like making anymore because of all the one's you've lost.
If you're crying about BW, go play some WOL. It's far better.
It was left purposely ambiguous so that the reader can project their feelings onto the post.
Some might feel the post was about a friend who died years ago, and some might liken it to their feelings about BW pro league and how it's slowly dying. Say what you want, but I played BW on and off for 12 years and continue to periodically play. For comparison's sake I played SC2 for about 1 year and will most likely not play again. The only good thing that came out of that game was that I bought a new computer for it.
I'll probably be playing bw at 60 years old. This is the game of my childhood, I can't explain how good it feels going back through my memories and remembering what this game has brought to me... ah bw.
On May 12 2012 02:41 DigiGnar wrote: What a fucking surprise this blog was. Thought it was about an actual friend.
See, unlike losing a friend that you met when you were seven years old, games will never die. Sure, servers may be cut, but you can still play the game. Even if you break the disc, there's going to be a new one coming out anyway. Friends, however, must be made by you, and sometimes you just don't feel like making anymore because of all the one's you've lost.
If you're crying about BW, go play some WOL. It's far better.
Hey man I heard you love soccer but guess what soccer is dead, so if you're crying about soccer, go play some foosball, it's far better.
On May 12 2012 02:41 DigiGnar wrote: Sure, servers may be cut, but you can still play the game.
Thank goodness that's the case... with BW we can even play multiplayer once they shut off the servers. With some of today's titles, the publishers are so concerned about piracy that you can't even start up the game without connecting to some kind of server for verification.
I met him late and never understood him well, but I could see his inner beauty clearly enough. Though I grew to love his son more, I still feel sad at his passing - in a resigned, it-had-to-happen sort of way. He didn't want to die, and he fought valiantly to the end, but I think he'd be glad to know that his passing has energized new life, like the nutrients of a dead tree feeding the next generation.
I thought I was supposed to leave you behind. See you as my past. At times. Even to be ashamed of you. But why lie? Why all these lies?
I loved you. And I still do.
And on this day. One step closer to the edge. You fill me up with your strong hands. You penetrate me from behind with your joy. With a transitional love. For you, my blast from the past, are entering a new era. And you're bringing your big guns with you. I love your big guns.
Oh Bisu Jaedong. Flash Stork. Oh Stork... Come one come all Let's rise not fall
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