The Letting Off Steam Thread - Page 129

Well, good evening, TeamLiquid. I do believe it's quite time we had ourselves a cordial little chat. I do suppose that first, before we head into the thesis behind this most recent bout of musing, that I start with a little story. It begins with my naive spunky idealism, a drive to use my talents for the benefit of the StarCraft community. I was but a little piglet, being fed off the teet of my mother, without realizing that the true price of my service would be to end up in the butchery. I made a big mistake: I joined the iCCup team. Without realizing the full extent of the vendetta, I worked in blissful ignorance until my unexpected promotion. This of course, made me a very visible figure to the iCCup community, and therefore, a target to be attacked relentlessly. Naturally, rather than to take the abuse maturely, I reacted without much calculation. This isn't to say that my pacifistic instinct didn't kick in first, when I tried to help a particular fat fuck on more than one occasion to show that I wanted to transcend any sort of past conflict.





And additionally, I used my moderator powers to weed out a user that was banned from the tournament for the benefit of the organizers. You would assume that such steps to extend an olive branch would be appreciated. But that was not the case. My olive branch was thrown on the ground and shat upon with the most foul of excrement. So I can only apologize if you don't understand my frustration with hearing public verbal attacks against me for no reason.

You can only imagine my shock when my friend Eywa decided to go into business working with none other than Game aka The American Muscle Terran. It seemed like almost overnight, Eywa turned from being polite, enthusiastic, and zealous to build a StarCraft scene, into a pessimist; a narcissist, angry, disillusioned man whose ambition was now torn between StarCraft and vengeance against the iCCup administration. The awful truth is, he was fired from the admin team after taking a short hiatus to find himself removed. He claims to have put in a request of absence, to let the admins know he would be on vacation, however, the administration (of that time) claimed the opposite is true, but since I never had mind to check until all the evidence was somehow lost, I am inclined to believe that he was fired unfairly. He only mentioned that he "left" the team to work on his own projects, so I was unaware that there was a problem. People left the team all the time, so this was nothing out-of-the-ordinary.

During either the Island Tour, he said he wanted iCCup to publish news for the event, and I gladly obliged. I asked for the information, but he said he would give it to me later. I thought that was a bit odd, but it made sense when the day before the tour, he posted on TeamLiquid all of the details, including that he would be working with Game on the article. I told him that I would give him credit for the tournament, but could not support a project that included Game, partially for the verbal abuse from Game, and the fact that Our Dear Leader, Cheloman, gave specific orders to boycott anything involving Game. Regardless, I had a subordinate post the news piece, and Eywa didn't like it. I was kind of annoyed, but agreed to fix it up, but the same night, was asked by Head Admin Messer to remove that news piece. I messaged Eywa and explained what happened, and he only became embittered at iCCup.

After watching some of Eywa's practice games against ZuCrow, I became fairly confident that I could beat him with any race. I asked for a showmatch, which was quite a bad idea. I'd never been that sort of stage before, and my heart was pounding through the games. I lost the bo9 3-5, but felt like something was amiss and I didn't play as well as I could have because I had gotten so nervous, so I asked for another showmatch, which ended similarly, being 4-5 in his favor. I played slightly better the second time, but it was humiliating to have lost in front of so many people. This wasn't my first humiliating loss, though. I had played some very emotional matches that went very poorly for me in the past, and had been knocked out of the first match of every tournament I had ever entered.

So I quit StarCraft. My retirement lasted 2 weeks.

I came back and the first game was against none other than Eywa on the ladder, who was still talking shit and lording his wins over me, so made sure to absolutely crush him in that game. I wanted to make him feel the way I felt. But it was just one game that no one saw, so I found his smurf IDs, and began hunting him down on the ladder and beating him again and again and again. After nine consecutive wins, I finally got too cocky and did a very bad build and lost before immediately rematching him and winning. Still, people kept giving me shit about the showmatches, including Eywa, who kept saying "Beat you 2-0".

Faggot.

So I challenged him to a full-blown grudgematch, where, instead of playing off-races on weird maps, we would play my Zerg versus his Protoss. The grudgematch thread garnered a lot of attention, but ultimately, he refused, knowing that I had beaten him so many times, and that it would not be possible to win. He dodged the grudgematch like a bitch, and kept changing his reasons for not wanting to fight.

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The worst part about playing StarCraft is that sometimes, people just remember my flaws and don't care about anything else that I do. I love so many people in the community, but I can't stand the computer-based alpha males whose goal is to humiliate everyone else and talk about it forever. I also can't stand power-trippy assholes, but I, again, extended the olive branch:



IGNORED!

At the time the letter was written, Cheloman, Paladin and GeckoXp were no longer involved with the iCCup team. The last piece of the puzzle would be me, and so I said that I was sorry. I really was. I just wanted to stop the silliness, but Game ignored me, continued to hold a grudge against iCCup, and me personally, and made sure to tell everyone he worked with what a terrible person I am. I was watching a stream and Game was watching the same stream, and a thought hit me: "We both really love this game", and I asked him if he wouldn't mind a truce. He refused and said I was only doing it to get attention in public, and that if I were serious, I would message him in private. So I did. But subsequently, after he continued to cheat my friends and other people in tournaments that he and Eywa would create, maybe it was for the best.

Eywa used self-destruct last year, and it was super-effective, critical hit. After being massively overshadowed by the TLS, Game stopped producing tournaments. Out of grief, Eywa suicided his TL account, and continues to fail to this very day at life, and has recently paid the player Sziky 400$ to join Game's team, LRM, in order to "rig the league" and ruin the SBWI Team League. There is no word yet on whether or not the STL has even been affected in the slightest by this turn of events, as Sziky has barely played.

The longer Eywa dodges the grudgematch, the more of a bitch he becomes.

I felt forced to bring it up again when I was unexpectedly brought into some faggy popularity contest. The contest is basically rigged to the max, and I didn't even know I was in it until I had already "lost" to Liquid`Nazgul. Not that I would want to "beat" him to begin with. I hate these stupid contests, so I did what everyone else should have done: posted a blog declaring that everything is bullshit, and taking all the dirt that could be dug up on me, and saying "Here it is, have fun with that." including those losses to Eywa that will seemingly never go away, because everyone has to be a faggot about it. Any day he comes out of hiding to play me, I'm ready. But as far as anyone who uses it against me to put me down, let me just say this: I don't care. Nobody cares. I'm a different person now. I've changed a lot since then, and nobody is going to throw that out there against me and hurt me with it. But like magic, when I posted telling people not to vote for me, something weird happened. My "opponent", TheEmulator, lost a huge lead overnight and my momentum carried me to being ahead of him by about 20 votes. While I was catching him, he posted saying that I was supposed to be the easy win in my group, which pissed me off, so when I got a significant lead over him the night before the vote, I was ready to win, then concede my spot to him and then quit. But that didn't happen.

Out of nowhere, he somehow overtook me at the last second, despite the fact that my votes were still going up when I went to bed, leading me to believe that someone wanted to eliminate me from the league. Bitter memories of losing 0-2 in so many tournaments came flooding back, and despite winning my CrSL group 2-0, I lost my first bracket match 0-2, and was upset. I felt like I was put into the competition to lose. Who would do that? Who thought it would be funny to put me in this shit? Then this faggot Serejai goes that he's voting for TheEmulator because I'm a bitch. Suddenly, the picture becomes more clear. It wasn't TheEmulator who rigged my poll, it was Serejai. After all, in the "Loser round", my poll got more votes than any of the other polls, and that made it stand out.

So, here is what must happen. Serejai must die. He must lose this competition in a devastating fashion, like nothing the world has ever seen. This will be the mother of all battles, commenced by shock and awe, and will involve a massive propaganda campaign to absolutely obliterate every fiber of his soul. It will be an absolute massacre, hamburger hill, showdown at the house of blues, OK corral, stalingrad, world war 3, the last battle in the Matrix Revolutions, the Biblical armaggedon foreseen by the prophet John. I am stocking up on energy drinks and am making a special playlist in preparation for this battle in which we will end by standing knee-deep in blood.

As for Lichter, shame on you for this thing. It's not fun, it's not cute, it's not funny, it's not enjoyable to watch. It is reducing TL to an unwinnable high school prom queen contest. This whole thing is a travesty of epic proportions. As for everyone involved having fun, I wish none of you ill except for a few of you, and this situation we have will be amended, and that's a promise.

GOD DAMN FUCKING INTERNET FUCKING LAG

Fuck having to go to sleep, I could get so much shit done if I never slept.