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Colbi
United States535 Posts
(I know somebody already did NonY, so just pick whichever one you like better or use both) | ||
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Artosis
United States2140 Posts
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EGLzGaMeR
United States1867 Posts
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thunk
United States6233 Posts
But apparently, Navane is a baller and takes everything in stride (way to update the OP^^). I dunno what useful information I'd glean from the bios, though. The fictional ones are more interesting too, I'll bet (not to say you guys lead boring lives). | ||
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Superiorwolf
United States5509 Posts
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OrderlyChaos
United States1115 Posts
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HaXxorIzed
Australia8434 Posts
Peter "Legionnaire" Neate, came into this world as the result of a quick, bloody and ultimate indecisive war between the kangaroo cavalry of the Australian Defence Forces, and the the legions of Germany commanded by the great TECHNOVIKING. His parents? One of the captains of the Roo Cav himself, and a smitten vixen of TECHNOVIKING'S elite guard. In the resulting peacetimes that followed, he was one of the promising young children sent to the deserts of Northern Queensland (located in Korea, of course) to train in the ways of zen mastery, under the wiseman and prominent thinker, 'the wink' and the masters of pimpage, Daniel Lee and Rekrul. After surpassing his masters, Legionnaire stunned the peoples of Korea by using this mighty fighting style to incapacitate the great Caveman TheROCK himself, even as he tore apart bystanders in his desire to scream "RUWRRRRRRRR ROCK MAEK FIIREEEEEEEEE". Eventually however, Peter's attraction to the ways of honour found him joining the armies of the Protoss as a human mercenary, leading to vast improvements on the Maelstorm technique, which now has double the effect time and is known as the 'pimp wink'. Aside from appearing at one edition of the World Cyber Games, saving many lives when mighty Korean Gorilla Champion iloveoov ran out of bananas and attempted to scale the convention building, he has not been seen since. Thus, the secret goal of the TSL is finally revealed, to create just enough impotent gamer anger to lure him back. For the final battle to subdue to the rage. For the reavertime. | ||
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Kage
India788 Posts
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Navane
Netherlands2757 Posts
On April 23 2008 11:40 thunk wrote: I feel kinda bad cause I kinda wanted the same info as Navane. But apparently, Navane is a baller and takes everything in stride (way to update the OP^^). I dunno what useful information I'd glean from the bios, though. The fictional ones are more interesting too, I'll bet (not to say you guys lead boring lives). Well, I actually started this thread with the sincere question for background on the players. But this is what it turned out to be. | ||
Liquid`HayprO
Iraq1230 Posts
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Colbi
United States535 Posts
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FakeSteve[TPR]
Valhalla18444 Posts
Artosis' father was a heavy drinker. He held a job at the auto plant on the edge of town, overworked and underpaid. Every night after working twelve hour days, Artosis' father would sink into the same chair and open another bottle of the same whiskey. His life was one of repetition and subordinance, and in the depths of his heart Artosis' father loathed everything that was constant. Fatally devoted, Artosis' mother endured countless beatings at the merciless hands of his father. On Artosis' sixteenth birthday, his father was laid off from the auto plant. In a drunken haze, his father beat his mother so bad that she'd never wake up. Artosis could find only one recourse; he hefted the steel bat his mother had gifted him for his birthday, and he returned the favor. Artosis wandered the streets after that day, taking honest jobs when he could find them and hiring himself out as a "collector" when he couldn't. Artosis spent four years living in his own personal hell, when the call of virtue songed to him again. He became a freelance detective. He had always been good at... finding people. On a particularily cold November afternoon, the door to Artosis' dingy rathole swung open, and through the frame walked the spitting image of his mother. Not the mother he found in a crumpled, deathly still heap at the feet of his enraged father, but the mother he had seen in photographs of happier times. Times when things were better for a growing family, some twenty years ago. His mother had seemed so radiant, so full of life in those photographs, but the young woman standing in his office now gazed at him impassively through eyes that seemed as dead as his own. In a calm, level voice, the woman spoke of tragedy and despair as she explained her presence in an office that only the most downcast and unfortunate souls find themselves crawling to. Artosis had heard hundreds of sob stories. Sometimes he took the case, sometimes he didn't. But this instance, some old feeling buried deep under layers of sleeping pills and cheap gin burst to the forefront of his memory. "They took my son," she told him. "They came in the middle of the night. They shot my husband, and they took my son. God's sake, he's just a baby." Her husband had gotten himself into a gambling debt with the worst sort of people. People who'd kill their own mother without a second thought if the bosses above them told them to. People so ruthless, so evil that even the strongest young sapling would wither under their gaze. Korean StarCraft players. The woman slid a disc across the table. Artosis eyed it carefully, and something in the back of his mind told him he'd find his destiny in this disc. He'd heard of StarCraft, of course, the game of life and death where the rich and privileged controlled strange alien creatures to slaughter the destitute, forced to use fragile and powerless things called "Terran" as punishment for their low rung on the ladder of life. "Please," she said. "They said I had to pay them. I don't have that kind of money. They said they'd kill my son if I didn't pay. I cried for mercy, and they threw me that disc. They said, 'If you beat us with Terran, we'll give your son back'. Please, Artosis. People say it can't be done. But people also say that you're the best. They say you can do anything. Please, help me". Artosis eyed the disc for what seemed like hours, in sheer disbelief of the request laid at his feet. To beat the Koreans with Terran? She didn't lie. No one had ever done it. Lifting his gaze to meet the haunted eyes of the woman in his office, Artosis felt the itch again. The same itch that came before he splattered his drunken father's skull all over the drapes like a rotten melon. He couldn't refuse. There was justice to be served. Artosis sank into his desk chair and placed the disc in his computer. "Ma'am," he said, "as of this day, I am Terran." And so, Artosis' journey began. | ||
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wurm
Philippines2296 Posts
Every other bio is LOL. | ||
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besiger
Croatia2452 Posts
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Rekrul
Korea (South)17174 Posts
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GongKyuckTerran
Croatia1096 Posts
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grobo
Japan6199 Posts
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HotZhot
Colombia677 Posts
AKA JulyZerg, July[z-zone] TSL News Special ![[image loading]](http://image.fighterforum.com/showImage.asp?realFile=FFNEWS20080424123753001.JPEG) After a continuos slump in Korean leagues, Park Sung Joon found himself wondering what would be of his career. He has found a new home on the STX team after numerous negotiations with several teams who just couldn't support his eating habits. It is said that July has lost his motivation and winning desire, just like iloveoov lost his oov. It is at this time when JulyZerg finds the TSL and wishes to perform in it to step his game up and find the much needed boost to regain his selfconfidence and claim his righteous position as one of Korea's greatest, there is one problem though: Korean IP's have been banned from this league. Recent research has implied that July has taken a short vacation to Japan in the meanwhile for the contract terms to be settled and to do other things... After a long thinking time he came to the conclusion that nobody would find him under a different month of the year, henceforth the name OctZerg, which literally means October Zerg, a rather drastical change for a midterm zerg. After finding him on a local restaurant and 5 dishes later, July promised: "I will eat TossGirl after I win this TSL". PS1: Please excuse my bad english. PS2: Image shamelessly stolen from the BroodWar "July to STX" forum thread | ||
Chill
Calgary26003 Posts
He'd heard of StarCraft, of course, the game of life and death where the rich and privileged controlled strange alien creatures to slaughter the destitute, forced to use fragile and powerless things called "Terran" as punishment for their low rung on the ladder of life. This is the greatest clause I've ever read. | ||
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SK.Testie
Canada11084 Posts
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