EPTIt's another typical Tuesday in the SK Telecom House. The clock reads 3:00 AM. Coach iloveoov is sleeping soundly, mumbling about macro as he snores. Bisu, in full DT costume, slips silently into the room. His eyes lock onto one thing: the folder on oov's desktop, labeled "replays of secret builds fantasy will use against Bisu in the Avalon MSL Round of 16."
Bisu smiles, and quietly begins to take a step forward. He checks his watch, and begins setting the alarm for the next day. He starts folding one piece of laundry, his clothing bag open and ready. He takes a second step forward. He boils some water. He makes a perfect diagonal fold on a piece of paper. He readies some paintbrushes for a watercolor portrait of himself. He finishes folding the laundry. He takes a third step forward. He finishes setting the alarm. He puts ramen into the now boiling water. He puts the folded piece of clothing into his bag. He makes a second box fold in the paper. He takes a fourth step foward. He mixes the watercolor paints to get his porcelain skin tone just right. He takes a fifth step foward...
Suddenly, a loud CLICK sound, and something pops up from under the floor boards. It races toward Bisu and explodes, doing 125 damage. Bisu can only take one more hit. There's still three feet between him and Oov's computer. He hasn't finished folding his clothes, and his self portrait is only half done. His ramen sits on the counter, cold and forgotten. Bisu hesitates, then takes another long step. He checks his email as he copies the replays onto his 14cc gb Flash drive, and turns quickly to exit the room, when...
BOOM!
Fantasy bursts into the room, crashing directly through the wall, riding a large red SK Telecom motorcycle. Before Bisu can react, Fantasy jumps off his bike and hits him with a large foam bat, labeled "3/3". Bisu screams, crumpling to the floor.
Fantasy, waving his bat, yells "YOU gonna f**k on ME??"
Bisu is too hurt to answer, but it's probably a rhetorical question. Nobody fucks on Fantasy. Fantasy hits him with the bat again. And again. Bisu's screams become weaker and weaker.
Coach iloveoov is still sleeping. The clock reads 3:45.
The next morning, nobody asks about Bisu's fresh bruises or the gigantic, nerd-on-a-motorcycle sized hole in the Terran coach's wall. But when Fantasy walks by, Best and Mujuk cower in fear. Doctor.K, busy bandaging up Bisu's swollen, black and blue face, jumps up and screams, "I'm just trying to help, man, please. I'm not here to fuck on you. I hate Stork and Jaedong. They got lucky. Protoss is imbalanced. I'm sorry. Please. I have kids man, I have kids."
Fantasy ignores him and walks straight into the practice room. He says "hello" to Boxer, and fetches the Emperor a glass of water.
The Protoss players don't say a word. But they know. They all know.
Bisu smiles, and quietly begins to take a step forward. He checks his watch, and begins setting the alarm for the next day. He starts folding one piece of laundry, his clothing bag open and ready. He takes a second step forward. He boils some water. He makes a perfect diagonal fold on a piece of paper. He readies some paintbrushes for a watercolor portrait of himself. He finishes folding the laundry. He takes a third step forward. He finishes setting the alarm. He puts ramen into the now boiling water. He puts the folded piece of clothing into his bag. He makes a second box fold in the paper. He takes a fourth step foward. He mixes the watercolor paints to get his porcelain skin tone just right. He takes a fifth step foward...
Suddenly, a loud CLICK sound, and something pops up from under the floor boards. It races toward Bisu and explodes, doing 125 damage. Bisu can only take one more hit. There's still three feet between him and Oov's computer. He hasn't finished folding his clothes, and his self portrait is only half done. His ramen sits on the counter, cold and forgotten. Bisu hesitates, then takes another long step. He checks his email as he copies the replays onto his 14cc gb Flash drive, and turns quickly to exit the room, when...
BOOM!
Fantasy bursts into the room, crashing directly through the wall, riding a large red SK Telecom motorcycle. Before Bisu can react, Fantasy jumps off his bike and hits him with a large foam bat, labeled "3/3". Bisu screams, crumpling to the floor.
Fantasy, waving his bat, yells "YOU gonna f**k on ME??"
Bisu is too hurt to answer, but it's probably a rhetorical question. Nobody fucks on Fantasy. Fantasy hits him with the bat again. And again. Bisu's screams become weaker and weaker.
Coach iloveoov is still sleeping. The clock reads 3:45.
The next morning, nobody asks about Bisu's fresh bruises or the gigantic, nerd-on-a-motorcycle sized hole in the Terran coach's wall. But when Fantasy walks by, Best and Mujuk cower in fear. Doctor.K, busy bandaging up Bisu's swollen, black and blue face, jumps up and screams, "I'm just trying to help, man, please. I'm not here to fuck on you. I hate Stork and Jaedong. They got lucky. Protoss is imbalanced. I'm sorry. Please. I have kids man, I have kids."
Fantasy ignores him and walks straight into the practice room. He says "hello" to Boxer, and fetches the Emperor a glass of water.
The Protoss players don't say a word. But they know. They all know.
THIS WAS SO GREAT! HAHAHA <3'ed it!
made me laugh so hard.
