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StarCraft Under Venezuela's Warming Sun
So I turn on the radio one warm morning while my grandma walked around in the kitchen to make herself some coffee with milk and sugar. Door open, windy, sandy and a guy on the other side of the street grilling some arepas while singing some old ballenato and his wife trying to shut him up by throwing her sandals at him; just a normal morning for a South American country.
I lay on the couch in the living room, with a coffee at hand watching TV as my grandma still in the kitchen, fried some fish and bananas for breakfast/lunch and the smell propagated throghout the villa. Grandma as always planning the day talking non stop with me about what she is going to do and about how grandpa is so stubborn.
Then a friend walks in the door and greets both me and abuela, loudly as it is accustomed in Venezuela, while this dog comes out from under the kitchen table and starts barking at him.
After a little while my friend was chatting with grandma and dog, he joyfully and loudly goes "Hey Will wanna come my place with me, Chompira, julio and Cesar? Gotta show you guys something!" so I listen to him, then grandma talking to the radio, yawn, say "alright, lets go" kick the dog and move out with Simon.
And you see these two guys walking up the rocky streets of the villa, under the heavy sun, dry sand and soft wind, loudly talking crap, Simon shuffling his keys in hand, both dressed the same; blue shorts, yellow shirt and flip flops. Dogs barking behind the fences, parrots talking unappropriate stuff, kids climbing up the trees trying to take down a kite throwing rocks at it and breaking Old Humberto's windows, other youth racing on bikes, some falling off of them, and neighbors fighting to determine who can play Venezuelan folkloric music the loudest waving hi to these two guys as they walk by.
We get to Simon's place and there they were Chompira, Julio and Cesar, all the three of them staring at a computer monitor. "Epale!" we say and they all anwer back still staring at the screen. "I got a fun game we can play at Click we just got to show it to them and we'll probably make some $$$" Simon said, Chompira, Julio and Cesar stood up and turned around instantly and the 5 of us went straight out asking Simon which game it was in confusion, he laughed.
"StarCraft hobos" he said "best game ever made!" then the 4 of us look at each other and just laugh ourselves off and I say "wtf dude? there's non better game than CS!" And we were in front of the door of Click Cyber Cafe. Julio opens it and a bunch of smoke comes out as some reggaeton is played and you can hear the noise of mad keyboard tapping. "What's up yo!" says the owner smoking his cigarretes at the door.
"We got sum game yo might want to be interested in man" said Simon "so good game it might brings you some $$ cuz of people wanting to play it!" and after a complex chat on the issues revolving games being installed on the computers, we finally came to an agreement and we were given some initial cash for the idea and SC was accepted into the cafe. I mean how it wouldn't if they had WC3 in there?
Couple of months went by, and my interest in SC were still growing! I had gone way beyond the others and was analyzing the Korean scene by myself. I won some competitions held in Click Cafe and some little amount of $$ as well for getting first place in those. I developed new rivalries, friendships and strategies while my interest in foreign SC kept growing every day.
Simon, Chompira, Julio and Cesar as well as other friends we made know for a fact that StarCraft is not very well known in Venezuela, or in fact, not known at all! I want with my whole heart to get a piece of SC written in the history of every country so that when the day of its death comes, it will rest in peace among the world's nations and its people forever. I want a CJ Entus shirt resting on the body of another nation, on my body.
