[OSL] Grand Final

Fantasy has two nicknames: the Crown Prince and The League Terrorist. The latter of the names he received for eliminating some of the greatest players from a league, only to lose in the finals, while the former he received for his silvers. But as a fan of Fantasy from the first game I saw him play, I believe that the Crown Prince is a name that suits him better. Why, you may ask? Well, the answer to this is quite simple: there comes a time when a prince must inherit the throne from the king. And that is what Jung Myeong Hoon shall do today. And after he takes the throne, he will begin to create his own legacy for his Terran kingdom, far surpassing his predecessor's accomplishments.


I am a protoss fan, a fan of the TaekBang duo and the Dreamer that preceded them. But I am also an SKT fan, and Fantasy represents the only good type of terran: the (non-Canata) SKT Terran. And yes, it is difficult to choose what would be better out of the first protoss win in 3 years or the best player without a medal finally getting what he deserves, but keep this in mind: within Fantasy lies the capacity to carry the legacy of the two terran masters into the future. And slowly but surely, Fantasy has grown, until this moment, where he will replace the terran heretic who loves turtling as the best Terran in the world. + Show Spoiler +


As a member of the Kong line, Fantasy has a very well known number associated with him: 2, a number merely one short of 3. Not only did he get second place, but he also did it twice. And what's more, he won 2 games in each of his greatest losses(vs Stork, Jaedong, and Flash). But today, one of these numbers will change. If he truly belongs in the Kong line, he shall get his third silver and be further trapped in the Kong like. But when he wins, the 3 will become his number, for he will receive the magical third win that separates a player from one who just barely falls short to one who is victorious. And make no mistake, the sacred third win will belong to the new Crown King of Terran, as the turtle terran slowly fades into obscurity, his past accomplishments being lost in the sands of time.


Fantasy may have the odds stacked against him, and few believe that he will emerge victorious. But a single factor may be the trump card for his victory: the frail confidence of a certain avian adversary. A single well placed goliath missile could cut the wings of our favorite bird, and no longer will it soar, it will merely limp helplessly and be crushed to death. Our bird may be fatigued from its horribly unsuccessful battle against a certain insect hive, and perhaps this task may be doable. If this bird is not shot down through trickery, then it may soar so annoyingly that Fantasy will be hard-pressed to stop it. Yet if there's one thing that Fantasy can do, it is construct greatness with time to prepare. And if his shells can be as close as they were to shattering the cyborg heretic's armor, perhaps with a little more push he can outplay Stork and claim his long-deserved title.