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In my past experience observing in play/ob games hosted on BW east whenever someone goes random the opposing player who chose a race immediately asks "what race"? as if those are the logically appropriate manners. If the chat option were disabled, no one could insult the other person for not revealing what race they are if they went random and all human influence there is no pressing urge to reveal your own race for the sake of "good manners." If you go random, you have the advantage of having your opponent having to do a very safe build, and if you remove that, there's no point in choosing random other than wanting to have some fun.
I've been playing Blood Bath recently introduced by a person with the username of BLlZZARD who shares his unorthodox criticisms of modern Kespa maps, especially FS. It comes to mind when I play on maps where spawn points are close are people becoming less adaptive to changing maps? Is this why FS is played so much, because it's so easily memorable? Even if I find FS boring, I keep on coming back to it. Why have kespa maps become more popular? Why no island maps?
The pressing issue that's dawned on me is the frowning upon of cheese, not just by the player who got defeated by it, but everyone who sees it. What is wrong with cheese in the fields of logic and reason? There is no moral conflict, players should be allowed to play however they want to within the limits of the game, and if you can't deal with cheese, you should learn how to before you learn how to macro up. It's like learning how to run before you walk. SKY 2001 OSL, it was a cheese fest of cheddar and gruyere. You do it today, everyone considers you low skill as if being low skill were as terrible as someone who commits animal cruelty for whatever reason.
I have my own triumphant story to share with you all that greatly relates to the negative perception of cheese. Is it biased? Maybe. Is it a story of justice? Most certainly is. Do I have the replay? No, sadly, I forgot to save it. I'll call this account of great justice "The Cheese Monologues."
It was a normal day as ever on Friday when the weekend finally starts and where I unhealthily binge played SC into the midnight. I had met a person whose identity I shall not reveal who I had played SC with several times over. I began to 4 pool, and always would have spot on Idra GG timing when his cannons weren't up in time. He began to discredit these wins as no skill wins, and of lesser accomplishment than a macro game win. In all words that rightfully describe this devil of a man blinded by foolishness only the word arrogant can come close to describing him. He gives advice, boasts about wins, and most of all, he won't be afraid to vaguely categorize whatever build you went as cheese somehow saying it's not a true win since it's not a 30+ minute macro game.
The normal arguing began, and then, our first game after a few weeks of passive aggressiveness and disdain finally came to a finale. We were playing on FS...which is the only map hosted on BW. It was a PvZ, and I was the Zerg hoping to seal in the win.
What made me want to win this game that much more was the fact he last second changed his race from Zerg to Protoss when I had wanted to play his main race-the Zerg. He posed this challenge typing something like "I'll play you ZvZ if you beat my Protoss." What audacity, or maybe that was just my aggressive thinking. It was as if he thought his second hand race of Protoss was enough to conquer my Zerg, which it very much was.
I went 12 hatch and my opponent who had great contempt towards cheese? He cheesed. He went proxy cannons on the high ground part of the ramp separating my expo from my main. Panic spread through me, my drone had scouted it but it was too late to worker pull since the cannons would be warping in in less than 2 seconds.
I remember the exact words he typed with a distinct sense of smugness and overconfidence: "now you know how I feel" followed shortly by another observer who typed "so ironic" mentioning the numerous times I've cheesed. I went sunken colonies at my expo, successfully defending from the protoss's cannons from advancing any further.
I decided to go 2 hatch Muta, a build that proved to be unpredicted by my opponent. When my 6 Mutas popped I rushed right over to the toss' expo. I muta microed my way higher and higher with volley after volley of acidic glave wurms melting the fragile exoskeleton of the poor Probes toiling in fear.
I rushed to the main as he transferred his workers back and forth from the main to his expo destroying warping in cannons along with his sense of confidence. He eventually got out enough Dragoons to fend off my Mutas, but the damage had been done. A significant portion of Probes had been sent to their acidic graves and the morale of my drone worker line was higher than ever.
I continued to muta micro against the Protoss dragoons who were sitting at the very ledge where the field of vision is obscured for ground units making it the perfect place of attacking for my Mutas. While harassing I took the 3 O'clock expo away from my 7 O'clock main base. A risky, and at the same time unpredictable move. A ninja expo.
At the same time I went Hive tech going for the sweet Guardians/Scourge combo. Scouting out my opponent's main with an Overlord or two I saw the largest mass of Protoss Gateways man has ever seen, and that meant only one thing-all in.
Quickly I set up 7+ sunken colonies, got my Crackling upgrade ready for the incoming attack. Right as the toss forces were approaching fast my Guardians revealed themselves to the enemy. I shut down the expo, but meanwhile at my expo sunken colonies were falling, zerglings were dying, and frantically I tried making more lings, and more sunken colonies to fend off the ever increasing number of Protoss forces. I luckily held them back after the photon blasting, psi blade hacking, and sunken colony skewing finally settled in my victory. My Guardians proved useful in shutting down the expo Nexus along with the main source of income for the Protoss.
The situation looked dire for my opponent and that sweet, sweet two letter acronym I had never thought I'd bear witness to was handed out to me by a remorseful man, a shadow of his once overconfident self. Shortly after he exited the game right away leaving a very excited me left to hyperventilate and wallow in the sweet sensation of winning a grudge match.
No doubt, the most recent and most memorable game I've ever had, and just like the coward I am I never played him ever again. Man, are my fingers tired. Good night everyone.
