EPTThe midwest is pretty boring, it's just so....vanilla, if vanilla were synonymous with boring. Maybe it is. I should probably search that up. Vanilla is my favorite flavor of ice cream though....maybe. I tried this French Vanilla stuff. It wasn't that amazing.
It's been a while since I last played StarCraft. There was an opportunity that arose though recently, and I said, what the hell, take it. It was one of those things that I wouldn't be so happy about doing but if I didn't do something different I'd be sitting at home.
Everything feels so impermanent, like I could easily pack my bags and settle anywhere. That feels like a dull life somehow. What would my life become? I should have a sense of home or foundation I feel like, to really cement myself. It feels as though that my life would be waking up, going to work, going to the grocery store, surfing the web, sleep, eat, all of the following in some order. That feels like my life. I should live.
I've been thinking about what gaming mouse and keyboard I should get. I plan on just getting the same mouse. I've always used an apple keyboard though. It works so nicely. Like, really nicely. It's so nice. It's pretty nice.
I was planning on writing my next story. It'd be awesome. It would start off with two guys bonding in a pc bang in Korea over the game of StarCraft right when e-sports was still in its infancy. The story of how they would fight through the amateur tournaments, into the B team, and finally the A team would be an emotional journey for the both of them in the years passing.
One of the guys ends up dying of cancer though and the other guy is too busy playing StarCraft in the big leagues to come visit. The other guy always says he's going to visit his friend yet he can't quite find the time and eventually it's too late. His friend ends up dying and they never even played that last game of StarCraft he promised his friend that he would play. The story feels empty without him. With a heavy heart laden with sadness and the emotional turmoil of a lost friend he continues, hoping to keep lit the flame of innocence and passion of progaming that he and his friend fought so hard for.
However, the innocence of e-sports and the dreams of the main two characters is crushed, stolen with the outbreak of the 2010 match fixing scandal. It turns out the whole StarCraft industry including the managers is in on it. Somehow when the odds are against him and every sort of illegal glitch is used against the one main character, obviously overlooked by the biased referee. During the final match deciding game he has numerous flashbacks of his friend, cherished memories of when they were together still playing. Tears form in his eye and with this motivation he overcomes all and finally unveils to the wide public and the police through an ingenious setup that the entire industry is filthy corrupt with match fixing.
Several years after, the remaining main character has long since retired. He looks at the portrait of his friend, reminiscing about his youth and the magic that betrothed him, the days of progaming, the days in the progaming house, the days of StarCraft. He double clicks the Starcraft icon and the scene ends with a still picture of him pulling out the computer mouse in mid air awesome style. Pretty good, I know. I actually just borrowed a bunch of different parts of other stories that I read and watched and morphed it into this one.
