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So I was in dream, I was in some kind of kitchenette somewhere - there was a radio playing some strange country music that sounded like a cross between Michael Jackson (singing) and your standard yokel music. I was just biding my time and sweeping the floor, as I tend to do in dreams.
The cupboards above the stove top had LCD monitors in them and a keyboard was inside one of the drawers. So it basically looked like a normal kitchen but it somehow was an internet-ready and computer filled kitchen with access to some advanced communication devices. (?!)
Continuing on, after accessing the kitchen-computer, the page that automatically loaded was TL and it was wildly different to the TL we see before us in reality. There were insane options, like you could click on a button and automatically be inside a game of SC with anyone on the site by clicking on a 'Match' icon which was on some floating transparent window. Bizarre!
There was also a TL voice chat room, which just had about 3423 people all speaking at once - what happened now was I decided I would play a match with someone, FakeSteve was in there so I challenged him.
Now, he said "Fuck man I'm so tired, I've been drinking whiskey all day and I've worn out my goons." Now, for some reason this concept didn't seem odd to me. He meant that he had a team of goons that he would re-use in many games and he'd been using them all day. He also said he was low on minerals and he didn't know how many probes he had. It was all very strange, as if SC was cumulative, and you kept your resources after games. This is a joke from ages back, when I wasn't spending enough minerals people would say "Hah you don't get to keep those minerals for next game you know?" Very nerdy, very nerdy.
Anyhow, Steve says he'll play, he then said to me. "Man, I'm so tired but I'm going to play like fucking Chopin." I was worried since I knew I hadn't played in a while - but I also realised it was Steve so I had a chance.
The game of SC itself was indeed a random set of events which went something like this:
I started with Terran AND Protoss...the thing was they wouldn't mine or collect gas because the probes and SCV's didn't get along. Essentially I got the feeling they were morally opposed with working with each other because they are essentially enemies. Anyhow, I made a fair few goons and then the goons actually staged their own revolt - AGAINST ME.
So they killed all the Terran 'For Aiur' and I was left with simply them - they would now agree to be controlled by me and let me get on with the game. I'm not sure what map we were playing on - but it was bizarre because it was a mix between Battlefield and Civilization II or something.
So Steve was attacking me with carriers...carriers that could hold about 100 interceptors. So with 2 carriers he had about 200 interceptors attacking my team of about 5 goons. For some reason they didn't do much though, so I attacked the carrier and realised the ineffectiveness of having a single carrier with that many interceptors. Since when they died he was 200 units down.
The battle was beginning to heat up, I'd sent a 'Co-ercer' up to his base to rally up support for my side within Steve's own army. Yeah I was using propaganda in a game of SC - what? It sort of worked, because at a crucial moment a ton of Steve's units turncoated on him and I won the battle for the middle of the map. The terrain kept changing, and it was now unfolding into some kind of story mode - I was exploring caves and mountain paths looking for any insurgents.
This was when I realised what I could construct inside the game of SC would become real. Steve told me he was making a whiskey distillery to restore morale to his troops and so he could produce as much as he wanted for himself.
The game was getting ridiculous, Steve had constructed sports stadiums and neighbourhoods, I had built sweatshops (Goons with +4 Nike upgrades) and was researching organised crime.
At some point we had to choose what system of government we would employ...we both opted for Communism. Fun ensued.
The game ended up unresolved as we just kept going and going until it almost wasn't a game of SC at all. We were opposing super powers too unwilling to make a move at any given point lest we lose it all. Everything was linked to each other, we had peace treaties, we had civil wars, we had rebels, we had famine, we had war and peace, we had poets telling tales of the days of old, literature flowed freely and society was good.
The mere days of carriers and goons were over, we had nations to run, mouths to feed - essentially we had our own worries inside our own worlds, the worlds we had created.
The game ended when I woke up, the game could have lasted 20 minutes, it could've lasted 20 years - personified, it was a bildungsroman whose main character was now the strongest they had ever been. From youth into maturity our game was the best, simply the best.
It ended with me waking up as a lot of dreams tend to do.
Yet these are mere snippets of the most epic game of SC ever played, I wish I could have saved the replay.
