WCG Day 3: Oct 5th

As I start up MS Word I’m reading Binky’s WCG recap. Yes I am not sure what happened. The worst is behind thought, as I took down day2 all on my own. That was quiet a mess.

Much like day 3 has started. Not being a hero this day, I ignore the alarm clocks and wake up only when Fudd kicks me a couple of times passing by (the only place where I could set up my 3-chair bed was on the way to the bathroom). I jump into the shower, oh blessed thing, yet again. We’re not late yet, but we take our time to get ready. By the time we make it to the venue, we missed first games. Despite being told that the games were quiet far from spectacular, it’s was a pity to miss them. It is always exhilarating to see a Korean play, especially a game where he escapes deadly all-in just by a string of luck.
After the stage matches are over we go up just to see that Hwasin is sitting right in the plain view. Click-click-clickety-click his fingers run over keyboard. Fast? You got no idea. The foreigners with comparable APM seem like drunken old men now. The way Hwasin destroys his keyboard is nothing short of a magic show.

While I enjoy the show, Ra comes up to me, shakes my hand and promises me more free food. “Okaaaay…”-I say-“How did you do”. “Beat Stork” he replies playfully and disappears back into the player area. “Wow stork got beaten”- I say to my posse. “He threw the game”-notes Trev. Right. Damn it! I wonder around a bit and see Ex running through surrounded by myriads of Russian teammates. “Ex, ex”- I try to catch his attention, but he ignores me visibly pissed that Stork picked Ra to go through. Moonzerg tagging along with Ex notices me and comes up to talk. “So what now,” I ask, “Ex gonna play Ra?” “What can he do”-says Moonzerg-“He’s gonna let Ra through.” Not quiet.

Back to Hwasin. As he starts up a new game a gigantic crowd gathers around his back. He’s playing some zerg, and it is madness. If there are some of you that made it through Tasteless observing without getting epilepsy seizures… Now you stand no chance. Five minutes into the game Korean team staff comes by blocking the view. As some of them leave the others reposition themselves in such a way that view is blocked at all times. Purposely or not, they made me go downstairs in search of other forms of entertainment. Others were already there and I manage to find them in a couple of minutes at the gamestand for the newly released FPS Left4Dead. My roommates are joined by D4D as they head into virtual world to face hordes of zombies. They get eaten somewhere midway first level, but well I guess what else could you expect from people who don’t use hotkeys?!

After playing some myself(won’t boast, but I killed!)

I walk around and find them doing the rock star thingy. Fudd tries to get me excited, but the only thing I could be excited at that moment would be a pair of earplugs, as Matt was rocking out on stage! : P

When it’s finally out and over and my ears stop ringing we try to go back up. But right at the bottom of the stairs we run in a couple of mean looking security guys who demand our IDs. The player area is closed until further notice. Let the fun begin we think to ourselves and start wondering around aimlessly. “Hey remember the Razer goodie bags we saw yesterday”-an idea suddenly strikes upon Fudd-“Let’s go get free stuff!” “Hell yea”- I say. “I want those sparkly yoyos!” First stop was at the farthest stand, hunting for something. Cutie there was visibly bored (they shoved that stand out of line of sight) and demanded us to tell her where we’re from (undeniably hoping that she could steal a date with one of the gorgeous studs) and was disappointed to learn that all members of our group are out of town. Hopeless she gave up and gave us the something we were looking for.

Next we moved on to the Kingston booth. Kindly enough they gave us the bouncy balls which Fudd tried to juggle with. This is the point where my pimping sense of wit (I am from NYC after all) comes into play. “Make ‘em disappear I say.” But this task is too big for Fudd to swallow (pun, get it? HA-HA!), so he returned to his regular repertoire. My kin sense of pimping comes through again as the chick working there starts jumping up and down clapping. “Oh my God, it’s so awesome, you get free t-shirts!” No doubt.

By that time Trev catches up to us and we move onto Razer booth. Seeing his press badge the girl there goes mad, gives me and Trev goodie bags (I hugged Trev as if he was Angelina Jolie, I knew when promoters go crazy, Sergei gets free stuff) gives him her business card and promises to send him new releases to test out. In fact I believe if Trev just wanted to he could test out something Asian right then and there! The rest of our group stayed behind and had to fill out a survey for their goods. Loo-sars!

At this point Trev went back upstairs and Fudd went out to smoke. So me, Mattey and Chris give in, and head to the stage to watch counterstrike. It is 4k against MIBR and we are playing the ‘Guess the winner’ game. “What should I bet on”- I inquire, and Chris advises me to bet on 4k. Despite the fact that I know MIBR will win, I give in to his advice (I need my starcraft-street cred, so I had to pretend. I was covering CS for fnatic, and I don’t play SCBW. I couldn’t let it be known. They would probably dump me in front of that ghetto diner if they only knew). As the game starts cheerleaders that supposed to gather the cards are slacking and I have to get up and find them. And so I do. As I hand the card to the hottie, she asks me “Blue?” “No, red”, I reply. She looks at me all surprised and confused, but takes it, muttering “Okay.” After a very boring series of rounds, MIBR demolish 4k with a laughable score. Way to go, Chris, cheerleaders know more about CS then you do.

I call up Fudd and find out that he is in the farthest point up North, in the most abandoned portion of the venue, where the nerdiest things lurk in the dark. Tabletop games. MMORPGs. Computer science colleges. However as we find out, there is a game involved. Collect stickers from each booth and get free stuff. Free stuff. All I need to hear. Somewhere midway the booths we stumble upon cell phone game company. Matt has a tank on his t-shirt so we won’t have it easy this time. He HAS to play Tank Wars. While he is getting raped we strike up a conversation somehow and find out the booth guy is Russian. Not only that, but he actually was in top 20 in one of the first seasons of Battle.net ladder. “I used to maphack”-he informs us with a big grin on his face. I will bench your house… Oh what am I rumbling on about? Moving on.

All booths have been destroyed. However the psychedelic yoyo is still out of our reach. Tired and hungry we decide to head out to get some food. “SHOTGUN! PIZZA OR MEXICAN!”-screams Trevor. As we circle around we realize an uncanny truth about Seattle. There aint any Mexicans! Pizza it is then. “There was some Pizza where we went yesterday to get liquor” claims Trevor. We proceed. After a while we realize that this is way further then they ever gone, and there is still no pizza place around. We turn around and notice a sign. “Don’t drink and drive. No tolerance under 21.” “Oh” says Fudd and takes out the beer bottle. Not really, but you get the point.

Failing to find a pizza place we head back to the hotel and head to ask the concierge. While me and Trev are at it, Fudd is back to pimping. Zeroing in on the hotties at the restaurant he heads off to interrogate them about pizza. Magic tricks. The women just stand their hypnotized, with their tongues out. But as soon as he finds out the desired information (a pizza place location sadly, not their work hours, cough) he drops the spell.

We head out to the car once again, once again walking through the whole hotel. As we arrive at the place we find both: pizza, liquor store and Kinkos (for fake business cards to get press pass). Pizza is first on the menu. The pizza place was rather spacious and comfy, and it better be because it took them about a half hour to serve us even despite the fact that the place was mostly empty.

For pizza I better start a whole new paragraph. I haven’t mentioned it enough yet, but I am from New York City. And we kinda take pride in our pizza. Lately I have been getting a lot of negative reviews. Well I can’t tell for the whole fifty states and Puerto Rico, but I can tell you it beats Seattle’s pizza by a mile. In Seattle it is just food. It’s the pie, and the cheese, and the mushrooms or pepperoni all put in the mix. It’s sort of a sandwich. But not in NYC. Here all the ingredients work together creating unsurpassed flavors that tease and intrigue your taste buds.

After we were done with pizza we shoved it in the trunk, and moved on to Kinkos. Which as Binky has informed you already closed 4 minutes ago. The obvious idea was to sue the pizza place. But oh well.

Liquor store next. While Trevor went to buy the rum, I stole front seat from that ravaging shotgun madman! (with Fudd’s permission)

Back at the hotel we meet up with D4D and somehow find out where the party is at. Room 317! As we get there we see Testie in front of us. “No-no, stay back”- he says-“I don’t want to be responsible for bringing you here. There is too many people there as it is” We stay back but as soon as the door is open D4D jumps in kicking it wide open.

Inside we notice we’re late. There’s Nyoken, falling from bed to bed trying to get up. There is Midian doin a similar dance. And there is Incontrol going mad, as usual.

After finally getting up into upright position Nyoken started to preach. Now while it was quiet interesting I’d rather leave it for him to tell you, because it is probably rather private. I do wish though he did because it is also rather important. The hilarious thing about that was that while he was talking he seemed so sober and made so much sense, but as soon as he stopped he went right back on with falling over. After a little bit of beer consuming I accepted a drink from Trev. Rum and cranberry juice. Yummy. That was the first cocktail I ever tried. Yes. Before that I drank everything straight up. Up next- rum and coke. “Bring it on, Trev”- I say. How bad can it be, I think. Trev giggles and makes the drink for me. Wow. I rarely say ‘no’ to any kind of booze, but if I’m ever offered it again I’ll pass. I had to drink it with Heineken in my other hand to survive. As I drank it really slowly to most people already left. Matt and d4d snuck out earlier to make a radio broadcast (read all about it in Binky’s blog). Tasteless, Incontrol and some other people went out to get some food. Fudd and Trev left for our room as well. And I was stuck there, slowly drinking rum and coke.

Eventually I made it to our room, where we made balloon animals (I learned to make a doggy) and drew Lost Temples.

That was it for Day 3. This part of the blog is in a much more playful writing style, forgive me for that, it is however because this day was lots fun.

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