This time, it's personal.
So, Eywa- and I were having a friendly conversation over some tea and crumpets, and were having a pleasant time. "Jolly weather out, isn't it, m'dear?" He asked nonchalantly, sipping some of the rich black tea. "Indubitably." I replied, gazing out into pasture at the sheep, who quietly munched on the beautiful green grass outside of our country house estate. Everything about the day was quite lackadaisical and relaxing. Eywa- set his tea down on a saucer plate and remarked, "Shame you lost those two showmatches, though."
I immediately grabbed the table and flipped it over. Pure, hellish, fiery Idra-Rage was sent coursing through every nerve-ending in my body. "FUCK YOU." I said defiantly. Eywa scoffed and unfolded himself into a giant mecha-robot. I scoffed back and activated my powers which turned me into some kind of magical giant white cat of uncanny length and immeasurable goodness. Thus, the stage was set for me to pimp-slap this jerk in the face with my hand.
Boring Background Story
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Eywa- and I used to be friends, but then he met LRM)Game, the ultimate corrupter of souls, and turned to the dark side. Unfortunately, I happened to be on the wrong side of the law: The iCCup Admin Team. In those dark days, war was declared, and nobody knows how, but one thing is for sure: The other side is telling a bunch of lies. Highschool drama ensues, blah blah blah. Then I was promoted to a SUPER ADMIN. Of course, this put me smack-dab in the middle of the action, as I was unexpectedly treated like crap by certain individuals, including our friend Eywa-.
For some lulz, Eywa- and myself fought a valiant but retarded series of battles in two showmatches which were supposed to squash this legendary rap beef, but alas. The format was ridiculous: Best of nine, all match-ups played. So Eywa just picked a bunch of stupid maps, like Desert Outpost and Bifrost III, and did a cheese every game and won the first showmatch 5-3, and the second one 5-4. This, of course, is what he considered an overwhelming victory, saying "I stomped you twice", and decided to rub it in my face at every opportunity because he's a jerk.
This led to me crushing him 5-0 in a bunch of games on iccup.
I took a vacation for a couple weeks from Broodwar, until one night I saw him on his livestream playing. I smurfed, went into his game, murdered him without mercy, planted a flag into his burning corpse, and repeated this four more times.
Apparently, that wasn't enough stomp-age, but you can find these games by searching "NinaZerg vs Eywa" on iccup.com. I thought that would make him shut up, but no. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Therefore, he decided to provoke me inflict horrendous pain upon him in front of millions, perhaps even billions.
What is going to happen
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Eywa has no "macro". Therefore, he going to rely on what he calls his "Strategic brilliance" to win. This will involve lots of shitty proxies, but nothing threatening. He might even try to go mass corsair into carriers with d-web. He might try 1-base 4 gate dragoons because he's been playing too much SC2. Whichever terrible strategy he goes for, I will break over my knee like a piece of balsa wood. At the end of the day, I will simply make like 30 queens, broodling everything, then rip Eywa's soul out of his body, then put it into my bag of souls.
Why now? o_o
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Funny story. Eywa decided to ask me to make him a grudgematch thread against one of the teams from the DRTL, and I did so mostly to poke fun at him for being so stupid. Did I think any of the matches would ever get played? No. But Shimy (At whose team Eywa directed his ire) was like "Bring it bro", and some of the matches were played. Eywa, who claimed that he would crush Shimy's team single-handedly 6-0 in a bo11, lost 0-3 to start off the series. A week later, he suddenly posted on TL that he was going on break from BroodWar. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!
Oh, I really wanted to see it play itself out for the lolz (or lulz, whichever you prefer), but Eywa insisted that he was not dodging, even though he logged off of skype any time the grudgematch was brought up, and could not be contacted by Shimy.
When I decided to call him out on it, he decided to blame everyone else but himself, including ME, like I was somehow responsible for his dodgingness. Then he said something like "I don't dodge, ever, that's why I stomped you twice in grudgematches [which weren't real grudgematches, like this is] and I was a huge underdog because I have an IQ of 60."
So I was like "Okay, let's play then, Mr. No Dodger" (Who dodged me previously in some stream chat), and of course, the excuses started pouring on about why he couldn't just log on and play.
Because, he's scared of a girl. OoOoOoOoOoh!
What's at stake: Everything.
Date/Time: Undetermined, once again.
Format: Best of seven, first to four wins takes the series. Eywa will be playing Protoss terribly, I will be playing Zerg. Any map from the current iccup map pack can be used, first match will be on everyone's favorite over-used map, Fighting Spirit, and the loser will pick the subsequent map.
Caster: L_Master
That's right. L_Master, aka LucidDreamer, is going to throw down the verbal hurt when... uh... and if... this ever happens, which it won't, because I strike fear into the heart of the deity of the Na'Vi people of Pandora.
Update: Eywa appears to be heading in the direction of dodging.