To add, I've never felt strongly about progaming, or even progaming back in the day. I don't feel attachment with any of the players although I do harness a slight bias for the Zerg, considering I am a Zerg player myself and look for the best interests of my race. I have to admit though, never before seen in any theater of war of Brood War has such magnificent queen usage been displayed. I guess I am a little attached.
For some context, the queen in BW is vastly different from the Queen in Sc2 as the unit is a flying spellcaster. One of its most useful spells is spawn broodling, an ability that instantly kills any ground unit with a biological organism inside by firing a parasitic being that destroys the host, leaving a pair of highly weak broodlings.
Using the ability, Effort had distinguished himself among other Zerg commanders. Never before has such masterful use and a show of speed been utilized to the utmost effect by such a commander, dismantling even the furthest in degree of impenetrable tank lines. The mechanical poise Effort composes himself in more than makes up for the lack of smartcasting in Sc1, that with Effort's quick speed replicates the same effect of smartcasting in sc2.
However, Effort's queen usage played absolutely no role in the finals. I just wanted to mention how much I love Effort's queen micro.
Apart from my love of Effort's queen micro, I share a love for life's many joys. One of those joys for a while involved the joy of a long term goal, the ultimate StarCraft movie map. My map was going to revolutionize the whole way people thought of the limits of StarCraft movie maps. Now, keep in mind Sc1 can be somewhat limited, but I'd show that even with goofy looking unit models I couldn't change to role play distinct roles, I was going to make someone cry. However, no such cherished hopes came to fruition, as the vibrancy of my life was exhumed from my decrepit veins.
Dramatic, I am. As reality hit, I came upon the realization that my decisions at the moment were based on a spur of enthusiasm of emotion rather than pragmatic reality. The dream faded, just as many do. There were several factors going into the project that doomed its completion to failure from the terms I first entered the endeavor:
1) As I stated before, I was basing choices on emotion and was simply caught in the whirlwind of what ended as a pipe dream.
2) I had absolutely no prior knowledge to map making or even a competent grasp of accomplishing the tasks I set out to accomplish from a programming point of view.
3) Lack of initiative and practical ingenuity was the cusp of my downfall. Truly, the project had been hampered by my laziness.
As a final solution, I did settle on writing a short story of what I wanted to accomplish originally in the map making medium. The story didn't come out quite right and I put in a nonsensical dream sequence that was supposed to be scary but I was trying too hard to appear like it had any meaning or relative coherence. So far I'd completed roughly around twenty seconds of grand entertainment, including sounds of the rain, heart wrenching dialogue, and amazing special effects of a marine walking. Unfortunately, I always have new details I'd like to add to the story to reflect my life which become loosely woven together. I probably made over four blog posts previewing the epic coming of the movie map.
I remember one person was so excited to see my movie map, he even went so far as to say it would be better than Star Wars 7. Initially, I'd assume he was sarcastic but realizing I assume too much, I'm going to go out on a limb and say his words had the genuine words of a man of cardinal virtues.
After the brief venture, I had departed for a new story, however, the pieces may come more slowly than before.
I also began venturing into programming. To be honest though, the first and third problem that happened with the StarCraft movie map had once again, occurred with my venture into programming. I signed up for an online course on edX, called CS50, created by Harvard that goes alongside the real class. The class is a big deal.
My actions fall short though, as a lot of my dreams I realize are a vacuum of insipid nonsense and obnoxious niceties. At some point, the pattern fleshes itself out from pure monotony. The good life of programming, it had approached my conscience as well suited for a person like me. I use the computer a lot, programming pays a lot, but again, none of those factors matter. A fool was I, and probably still am. Progress is painfully slow and I have only read probably the first few instructional videos yet I've done no actual work.
These are the moments when life becomes tough, time to get serious. Life is serious I bet. At some point, the climax point is going to occur and pieces aren't going to magically fall into place. Then again, I guess the climax is probably death because life isn't as turbulent as a plot line. It's an even keel, super boring, no conflict, even keel. And then when you get to the end it droops a little into what's called the resolution. Probably wrong, I can imagine plot lines happen a lot in real life. Tough love, that's how life feels. Even keel though. There are long, long lines of flatlining and then maybe an occasional sharp, highly rare spike occurs to breathe exuberance into someone's life in what's supposed to be a climax only to descend.down. I've got life figured out, life's in the bag.
In addition to pondering life's many mysteries, I've been playing some StarCraft, not too psyched about it too much. I've also started coaching someone. A part of me wanted to say "Quit, I know you're going to quit like the 95 percent of people who think StarCraft is a fun cake walk where you get to hold hands with other players, but it's not, these are the big leagues. I encourage you highly to leave. I don't even know why I even signed up to be your coach." That'd be a pretty rash thing of me to say though so I refrained considering I love people, I absolutely love people.
A random thought, love is essential to drive human functions, like proteins that carry out various life functions of the cell. Love, you're gonna need love. How does one go about getting love? Why, you can't catch love, because it comes from within the human soul, radiating from the deepest vassals of the human conscience.
Have I mentioned i was once an impromptu therapist on the Brood War server? No, I haven't because I remember not writing about it in this blog post specifically but I have mentioned it before once in a previous blog post. I gave advice for free to random people seeking enlightenment in their life. I didn't specifically list a policy of confidentiality, but I shall uphold the universal idea of respecting privacy as an impromptu therapist. Do I admit I may have mistakenly veered the course of a person's life into imminent disaster and chaos? Let's not dwell on the insignificant details so much, these are human lives I'm discussing here, not to be facetiously treated.
Okay, strange change of topic, let's focus on what really matters, the inevitable problem of needing money to survive. The will to survive, the entity that drives all of human life as a society. That was a lot of nonsense I admit I spewed there. What's the point to anything? Is the point of things to have pure fascination, curiosity of life's many wonders? That actually doesn't sound like a bad thing, I'm already coercing myself into living life to the fullest.
Alright, nice, nice. These past two hours or so have been relatively productive churning out this blog post at sonic speed. In that amount of time much could have been accomplished, so, so much. Life really is arid sometimes. Everything feels strained sometimes.
What one lacks in purpose, one makes up somehow. Motivation, motivation, when there is no motivation, to live to learn to love, emptiness and lack of interest in life pervade. To become better, an awe-inspiring endeavor. Sometimes people who search for something better are people who constantly search for what may never be found yet they are unrelenting in their pursuit. Life can be the same way.
Thanks for reading. Oh no, my heart, it's.....bursting with love.