EPTStart playing at midnight (well, when the servers are up, which may or may not be in march).
One ladder match, get my ass handed to me by a two-basing Zerg cheeser who will fake swarm host rush and muta my probes.
One mission on hard.
One pint.
One ladder match, get my ass handed to me by a one-basing terran cheeser who will proxy a factory inside my main and widow mine my probes.
One pint.
One mission on hard, restart it three times because I fail to grasp the complexity of the two-liner objectives (never mind the secondary ones).
One shooter and one pint.
One ladder match, get my ass handed to me by a one-base 10-gate, fourgate protoss cheeser who will pretend it's not all-in because he expoed 3 secs before my gg at 12 minutes.
One double-shot of plum alcohol at 60 degrees and one pint.
One mission on normal, because hard is too fast. Restart several times until the computer gives up and hands me a victory card.
Half a pint, the other half spilled over my desk, luckily not on the keyboard. I drink to that.
One ladder match against a random who refuses to tell me his/her race, insta-ragequit.
One shot to cool down. Bloody randoms. They're like a shemale cruising you in a bar but refusing to tell you which gender (s)he'll end up in bed.
One mission on easy, give up on it after dieing to 3 marines at 15 minutes. Drones & overlords, good. Combat units, which combat units?
Three pints to imba marines.
One ladder match, probe rush, easy victory on an unsuspecting bronzie. Rage ensues. Sweet tears. Cannot remember which race he was. 5 placement matches done, placed in bronze.
Crawl to bed. Sleep 12 hours. Wife not happy, but I have the day off the 12th.
Breakfast of champions: one pint. One ladder match. Destroy a bronzie. What am I doing in bronze?
