[SPL] KT Rolster vs. SK Telecom T1 - Page 39

On December 31 2009 04:28 TheYango wrote:

Despite the fact that there was not a single good game among them?

Regardless of who wins, I don't consider 4 roflstomps to be a "great, great series".

On December 31 2009 01:56 BraveNewWorld wrote:
An Era of Greatness

...

The boy sat huddled in his room, tapping methodically and repetitiously at his long since-used keyboard, his trusty keyboard, the keyboard that gave him his strength, his weakness, and his desire to win.

In his mind several hundred build orders were being played out simultaneously, dozens of strategies and tactics seamlessly woven into the back of his mind. As he played, however, he noticed something happen. Something was not right. Something had changed about him. As he typed the final two devastating words no player had ever wanted to type first, the words that he had come to love, hate, and grief over, those two letters rang in his mind loud and clear - "GG"

Something must be done..., the boy said. Something must be done...

-- 2 Years Later --

It had been a long, tiring day for the boy, now 17 years of age and growing older every second. He seemed to have this look on his face, the look that people get once they realize that they've become older; that tiredness which always surrounds their every move.

Several years had passed since his last ordeal, which had ended in mishap and misfortune. This time, however, the boy made a promise to himself that no matter what would happen, he would win. No matter at what cost, no matter whom he was facing, he would win. This was his way of life now, and he had come to love, hate, and grief over it.

As he readied himself for the mountainous task ahead, he couldn't help but seem to realize something. His hands were shaky, his forehead clammy, and his body was drenched in sweat. The agony of the strike before the kill is what set him off, what truly made him different from a man and a king.

But he loved the feeling, he loved it more than anything else. He knew, that in order to win, one must eliminate the word loss from their mind. And even as he walked nervously, staggering every step of the way, he managed to smile to himself.

The boy sat in the same murky and dimly-lit room this time, but there seemed to be a noticeable difference among him. Not simply due to his play-style, but also because of the inexplicable aura that seemingly engulfed him. It appeared that his body became imbued with renewed strength and vigor.

His presence was one of greatness, his motivation domineering yet captivating. As the game started, and the crowd shouted, the two players were trapped inside their own world now; a mystical world full of mind-games, skills, and reflexes.

It had become a game where action and reaction turned to simply a game of mental chess; those who were one step ahead would win, and those who weren't? They had to face the punishment of it later.

Several minutes into the game, the boy's determination was obvious. His desire to win was not simply a fantasy, but a pact he made with himself.

The game took a leap for the worse for his opponent, and as he made one final desperate push in attempt to save himself from utter defeat, the boy couldn't help but feel the same hopeless emotion his opponent might have been feeling.

That feeling of agony; not being able to resist, withstand, and use pain to one's advantage. His opponent tapped out, thankfully, as the game had been merciful from the very start. Those same two words every player had come to love, hate, and grief over, those two small letters imprinted onto the screen... "GG"

As the boy left the room, the crowd went wild. At first, it was but a mere whisper in the darkness, then, it became louder, yells turned to chants, heads swayed, and soon it was spreading like wildfire amongst the stadium.

"Lee Young Ho..." it started

"Lee Young Ho!" the breaths quickened, as the audience was captivated underneath this rhythm, this beat, this motion of life; a trance, it appeared to be.

Then, the chant grew louder....and louder.....and louder, until it was a deafening roar.

"LEE YOUNG HO!"
"LEE YOUNG HO!"
"LEE YOUNG HO!"

The boy looked on incredulously at the tumultuous wave; his mind was perplexed; his eyes disbelieving. But inside, he knew this had been the moment he had hoped for. Destiny had been patiently waiting those two miserable years ago, and now, it was calling for him...

This is it, the boy thought to himself. This is the test I've been waiting to pass. And as those words echoed in his mind, etched far beneath the skull, he looked onwards towards the future, a faint grin on his expression.

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What'd you guys think? Please be honest t.t this is my first narrative.