[Contest]Progamer short story

Light, the Dark Magician, put a cup of instant noodles in the microwave. With spellbinding speed, he pressed the button 2 on the microwave. The rest of the MBC Hero team stood by with jaws dropped, awestruck at Light's genius. Rather than using the time cook feature of the microwave, the genius in Light took over! Using the natural mechanics of the microwave, he immediately set it for 2 minutes through the special ability QUICK COOK!

What's this, you say? The Quick Cook? Nice job genius Light!

Reaping the rewards of his toil, he ate the noodles and it was the end of the story suddenly.

Anytime's road to the finals was long and hard. First he had to advance out of his group, which included Midas, Casy, and July. Then he had to beat GGPlay. Then he almost lost to GoRush but he beat him too!

Finally, he had to play against Midas again, but it was okay because he won barely. Thus, Anytime advanced to the finals.

Then de NaDa was his opponent and Anytime easily won. After that Anytime went on to win the golden mouse, beating iloveoov in the following season and breaking the OSL curse. Then Brood War ended because everyone was so satisfied.

I doubt people won't look at all if its right in front of their eyes (spoilers just make it look more tempting )

"He reached out for her hand."
or "he stood there in awe for minutes just staring into the rainbow"

In.Life of a progamer:

I asked some Questions to a wise_gray man. There were 910 of them, but he only answered 815. “You should Go Stop asking me so much, you Sasin boy. Don’t you Ever) learn a lesson?! Dove’s are not for Target practise!” said the Haz`Boss.
The rest he knew NaDa about, but offered to enLighten me later. I said, “I’m busy, but just fOr u, AnyTime..” I hate that guy. So I left Lucifer’s office and went to the community Center.

I thought I was struck by CuPiD’s arrow as I watched ToSsGirL’s dance a solo Into The Rainbow of my heart… but I had to admit she had no Rhythm. But who cares, the Lady was so H.O.T. she burned my eyes a second Iris. FanTastic!

So I bought and watched this Sweet BB_DVD of stand-up Comedy. I thought it was Cool, but it didn’t really make any Sense. I went to sleep and had a strange Dream about a draco slayer and wanted to sniff the slayer’s boxers. I woke up screaming as if I saw a Ghost. Actually, I saw a MaRinE.

TheMarine said he and his WindCrew had no Fear, but they went into a CCoMa after he was Die_aTtaCked by a Jaguar. Their last words were “go.go! Ah! I have my Spear, but I can’t Reach my Bisu[Shield]!” It was really a Miracle that they survived after all that. Perhaps it was because swam from the Silver LaKe, Stayed near the YellOw River and swam to the Sea. Unfortunately, they were met by a great white Shark and a giant man-eating stork.

Along the Way to the hospital, I watched a Child picked a pretty Cherry flOwer near PuSan Volcano, Korea, within the Kingdom of our Hero. Through the fluffy ClouDs, the flowers bloomed nicely that Bright and Sunny day in May. I couldn’t wait for the Festive month of July, cause I’d finally get paid.

I looked at the cheque and said, “85K won! You’re my sAviOr! I’m elite rich again!” Then I realized there was no currency exchange.

This story Rumbles, byebye.

(TOOK ME A FREAKING LONG TIME, LOL)

"WERE TOO GET NEW MUFLER?!!!".
Midas. "We do that."

Bert lay in bed, still fast asleep although it was already past noon. Not that one could tell without a clock - although it was in the middle of July, it was darker than a black man's skin outside. A fierce storm was brewing, unbeknownst to Bert, who was dreaming about his favourite video game, Fartcraft. He looked like a whale somehow got hold of a novelty wig and glasses, only to drift ashore and be ignored by man. Like many of his fellow social outcasts, he'd been up all night playing again, his beady eyes fixated on armies of Fartlings and Poopalisks.
A deafening stroke of thunder jolted him awake, bringing him back to the harsh confines of reality. He could hear the wind howling outside, producing a sound much like his own cries after every loss in the virtual battlefield.
It quickly reminded him of his only goal in life - to become a professional Fartcraft gamer. To this end, he had dropped out of high school and adamantly refused to get a job. "I don't wanna work in mister Kurtzmann's store, mom!", he'd always say in his doughy voice. "I'm gonna make it big, I'm gonna be the best Fartcraft player ever! You'll see!". His progress had been steady, and he was slowly infiltrating the highest ranks.
With visible effort, he lifted his almost spherical body out of the bed and into his computer chair. His sausage-like fingers reached for his trusted Fartcraft CD - a true relic to him. An audible gasp erupted from between his chubby cheeks, like a child sitting down a whoopee-cushion. The CD was gone! Surely, this was another one of his mother's evil schemes. She never had any faith in his future rise to stardom.
He wobbled down the stairs as fast as his pale, bloated legs would carry him. "W-what d-did you do with my F-fartcraft CD?!" he weezed at his mother, who was sitting at the kitchen table. "I chucked it out, Bert", she replied. "It's been almost three years now, I'm not going to support you forever. Get a job or you'll never amount to nothing. You hear me? Nothing. Nada! Why can't you be a lawyer, or even just a boxer, like your father was". Bert's eyes seemed to lean back even farther into his skull than usual and his face turned a bright red. "No! I'm destined to be a Fartcraft star. I hate you! I.. I'm going to the store, I gotta get a new CD. I need to practice!" His mother just put her head down and sighed.
He didn't care about the storm. He didn't care that this was the first time in three months he'd leave the house. He'd get that CD if it killed him. With surprising speed, he put on his boots and jacket and marched into the rain. The streets were almost empty, save for the occasional driver that was rushing his way home. Bert was completely soaked after about a minute, but he barely even noticed it. The store was just one more block away, and Bert knew they always carried a stock of Fartcraft CDs. As he crossed another street, a car sheered by him, splashing a puddle right into his face. "Son a of a bi-". Suddenly, before he could even finish cursing, a truck mowed him down.
Although his multiple layers of lard had always acted as a shield to protect him from serious injuries when he fell down yet another flight of stairs, they failed to be his savior from the incredible force of the truck. As Bert lay dying on the wet pavement, he saw a bright light erupting from the darkness, and in a flash he found himself in the world of Fartcraft, riding atop a mighty Diarrhealisk.
The truck driver, nor the coroner, nor even his own mother could understand why Bert's lifeless, tubby body had the biggest smile on its face. FIN

Bert lay in bed, still fast asleep although it was already past noon. Not that one could tell without a clock - although it was in the middle of July, it was darker than a black man's skin outside. A fierce storm was brewing, unbeknownst to Bert, who was dreaming about his favourite video game, Fartcraft. He looked like a whale somehow got hold of a novelty wig and glasses, only to drift ashore and be ignored by man. Like many of his fellow social outcasts, he'd been up all night playing again, his beady eyes fixated on armies of Fartlings and Poopalisks.
A deafening stroke of thunder jolted him awake, bringing him back to the harsh confines of reality. He could hear the wind howling outside, producing a sound much like his own cries after every loss in the virtual battlefield.
It quickly reminded him of his only goal in life - to become a professional Fartcraft gamer. To this end, he had dropped out of high school and adamantly refused to get a job. "I don't wanna work in mister Kurtzmann's store, mom!", he'd always say in his doughy voice. "I'm gonna make it big, I'm gonna be the best Fartcraft player ever! It's gonna happen any time now! You'll see!". His progress had been steady, and he was slowly infiltrating the highest ranks.
With visible effort, he lifted his almost spherical body out of the bed and into his computer chair. His sausage-like fingers reached for his trusted Fartcraft CD - a true relic to him. An audible gasp erupted from between his chubby cheeks, like a child sitting down a whoopee-cushion. The CD was gone! Surely, this was another one of his mother's evil schemes. She never had any faith in his future rise to stardom.
He wobbled down the stairs as fast as his pale, bloated legs would carry him. "W-what d-did you do with my F-fartcraft CD?!" he weezed at his mother, who was sitting at the kitchen table. "I chucked it out, Bert", she replied. "It's been almost three years now, I'm not going to support you forever. Get a job or you'll never amount to nothing. You hear me? Nothing. Nada! Why can't you be a lawyer, or even just a boxer, like your father was". Bert's eyes seemed to lean back even farther into his skull than usual and his face turned a bright red. "No! I'm destined to be a Fartcraft star. I hate you! I.. I'm going to the store, I gotta get a new CD. I need to practice!" His mother just put her head down and sighed.
He didn't care about the storm. He didn't care that this was the first time in three months he'd leave the house. He'd get that CD if it killed him. With surprising speed, he put on his boots and jacket and marched into the rain. The streets were almost empty, save for the occasional driver that was rushing his way home. Bert was completely soaked after about a minute, but he barely even noticed it. The store was just one more block away, and Bert knew they always carried a stock of Fartcraft CDs. As he crossed another street, a car sheered by him, splashing a puddle right into his face. "Son a of a bi-". Suddenly, before he could even finish cursing, a truck mowed him down.
Although his multiple layers of lard had always acted as a shield to protect him from serious injuries when he fell down yet another flight of stairs, they failed to be his savior from the incredible force of the truck. As Bert lay dying on the wet pavement, he saw a bright light erupting from the darkness, and in a flash he found himself in the world of Fartcraft, riding atop a mighty Diarrhealisk.
The truck driver, nor the coroner, nor even his own mother could understand why Bert's lifeless, tubby body had the biggest smile on its face. FIN

It was july the 1st, 2003. And this tiny little boy who tried to reach this girl he couldnt reach.

-Look this candy that i have made fOru. The bOy said.
-whats-..-... I dont eat candy... I dont want to be fat. TheGirl said.

The boy got SoO sad. This was however just a onepagememory out of his life.

Pusan was my homecity but i lived in canata,feelingthat i was called intotherainbow, where I met different things such as Zeus on a Cloud TossGirl and a Zergman. (wthheck, i thought zergs were inhuman!) I granted for one wish, but I was allowed only a Light one. Since my birthday is on
Julyzerg, the season was alreadyAutumn. I decided to want to learn how to nal_Ra (or fly). As I was now about to fly away from the mysterious rainbow, the Greek god told me to Stay[HyO]. Since I was a rich man, I decided that anytime goig back to the world would be fine. I met a Boxer and we would rumble every saturday night. Little to know, that he was Hercules! On the final night of boxing, If i wanted to win the Kingdom, I had to go for everything I had. So, I Reached for a Goodfriend of mine to help me fight him. It was illegal, but it seemed that Hercules's muscles were as bad as Kim Jung Il's bombs. There was much practice to be done and I felt ready. In the Yellow ring, everything seemed to be sync. Fans were holding their hands that had ooV amd booing me. right before the fighting ring, I saw the great Midas sitting on his throne! I had to make a good impression, so right when the bell ringed, me and my friend ran and go_rushed Hercules while he was still posing for cameras.My friend also brought with him a Rock that seemed big. However, it was nothing to Hercules as he just flicked it. Then, the fighting arena was on a great sea.
My goodfriend and I were able to pown him and win the contest, with great Calm. The great Zeus and Midas said, this is forU and I came back to Canata and back to the bc bang and gamed for the rest of my life[b]

*one Sunny day in Quebec, Canata this boy, Hun-HUn fell out of a CcoMa and wanted to play in the park*

when his friends saw him play. they said "Hiya[Fou] (fool?) where yah been?

*being the strange one he was he did not want to tell his friends he's been in a CcoMa so he decided to tell them that he went to the hospital because he was very Hoony and in the process of choking the chicken he TeraTo which got his mom worried sOo she called 911 and he was gGon*

*after hearing such an idiotic story the friends started to interogate this young boy*

one of the boys began to reach his hands out and grabbed the boys face
he then yelled out "dont be a Jju tell the truth!"

*scared out of his wits the Boy ran InToTheRainBow only to find the sun god Ra at the other side, his friends began to laugh as Light hit his face, yes it was Comedy *

"Fuck you all" said HUn-Hun as TheWInd blew on his face turning it Yellow, yes he was turning into a monster, you could sea.pure magma erupting on his face

*scared of this scene his friends begin to plead for forgiveness when the noticed his pants were unzipped*

"GoZip up your pants" said the boys inSync

*hearing this HUn-Hun was ferious.. the Iris of his eye thickened, he Assemled his new powers and in a swift snap of his fingers said "GGMAN

yeah this is ehhh weird game im bored

oh yeah and ninjas came