[WCS] Global Finals 2014 Day 1 - Page 535

On October 19 2014 08:10 IntoTheheart wrote:
Mmm looks delicious.

I love salad!

On October 19 2014 08:39 IntoTheheart wrote:

Did you make out with some beautiful Russian devushka though?

On October 19 2014 08:48 IntoTheheart wrote:
I don't even wanna know what that is. Strippers is the most innocent thing I can conceive.

On October 19 2014 09:01 LockeTazeline wrote:
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soO stared at the screen. It was funny; how many times had he been in this position before? How many times had he sat at the cusp of victory? How many times had his fingertips brushed the edges of that trophy? After so long, you'd think it'd have become almost second nature...

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But no, if his nerves had shaken the first time he entered this stage, they practically roared now. Before he had dreamed of being a champion. Now he needed it.

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How long had he spent? How many hours, after all the others had gone to rest, had he poured out, refining every nuance in his play? With each defeat, he'd been cast down, but he fought back, working harder and harder again, each loss only fueling his desire. His desperation.

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And so he fought. Not for fame. Not for glory or recognition. Not for money, pride, or the title of the best. Once, perhaps, but now he fought for something else entirely. He fought to quiet that little voice deep inside. The voice that whispered to him every night. No matter how you play, you will always be second. No matter how you succeed, you will always be a failure. No matter how you dream, this nightmare will always be your reality.

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soO's hand quivered. Was he doomed to lose? Was that simply his fate, to be the stepping stone to others' dreams? To be trampled into the shadows while all the rest smiled in the light? He closed his eyes. 6 years and thousands upon thousands of games. His first Proleague appearance. A run to the OSL semifinals. Qualifying for MLG. Making it to the GSL finals...These accomplishments had seemed so meaningful at the time. But they were trivial now. Such stakes, his career and reputation, were nothing compared to what was on the line now. Now he was fighting for his very soul. soO opened his eyes. He grasped his mouse. If fate sought to chain him to the ground, then he would take those chains and break them apart. No more would he play second fiddle to any other force in this universe. He had been broken for the last time. Now he would show them what happens when you put steel through the fire. This time, things would be different.

This time, he would win.

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