[GSL] Open S1 - Grand Finals

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October 2nd, 2010 18:00 KST (Saturday, Oct 02 9:00am GMT (GMT+00:00))

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Today's Matches!

HopeTorture

GSL Record since ro64
11 wins - 1 loss (91.67%)
v 2 wins - 0 losses
v 5 wins - 1 loss
v 4 wins - 0 losses

vs

FruitDealer

GSL Record since ro64
11 wins - 1 loss (91.67%)
v 7 wins - 1 loss
v 4 wins - 0 losses

Maps!

Fruitseller < Delta Quadrant > HopeTorture
Fruitseller < Lost Temple > HopeTorture
Fruitseller < Kulas Ravine > HopeTorture
Fruitseller < Desert Oasis > HopeTorture
Fruitseller < Scrap Station > HopeTorture
Fruitseller < Metalopolis > HopeTorture
Fruitseller < Xel'Naga Caverns > HopeTorture

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Help me Kim Won Gi, you're my only hope.

September 4th, 2010 is when it started. They were outnumbered, the balance of power had seemed so far from their grasp. Cynics berated them, doubters insisted they would fall. Each battle would be a hard one, for not only were they fighting for their own survival - they were fighting to prove something. Something that could not be taken away. Something that was on the brink of everyone's mind. Yet while their numbers were indeed small, the strength they had would not be matched. Day after day, week after week, one more fell; sometimes two or even three. Their numbers dwindled, and their faith began to waver. Even amongst their own there were doubters. Reports had been flooding in that some of the elite in their own ranks were switching sides in the midst of struggle.


He was not alarmed. There had been times when his faith wavered and thoughts crept into his head of weakness and hesitation; but he continued on. Fighting forward, he forged a path through his fallen brethren. Striking foe after foe, he left a trail of his ruined enemies as a testiment to his willpower.


Preperations were given, warnings were heeded. Though there were 16 at the start, only one remains. The final day has arrived, and this is a dark hour. Has He really come to free your mind of these shackles of inadequacy, these bonds of disbelief and weakness? Or will today be a day of rejoicing, a day of great victory and triumph.


"Wherever there is a fruit carcass, there the vulture bikes will gather."

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Mmm, fresh fruit.

There are many who bear this symbol of humanity, this shred of unity; yet there are few who bring the name which they own significance. Never faultering, never questioning, never standing down - they were proud. Proud of the arms they bear, the weapons they've forged, the victories they've tasted. However in the quickness they arrived, it was in quickness they felt defeat. Had their pride gotten to them, had they forgotten what they were there for in the first place? The multitudes of followers and believers that had joined their sides over the course of battle had grown plentiful, but what would it be worth if there were none to guide them?


Each battle began to show their wear - disputes amongst themselves were brought out and even the one they call TheLittleOne could not even quell their rough spirits. Each victory tored a shred of what humanity they could sew together inside of them, yet they lingered on..


It was in the last civil war that the clouds broke, and a new leader was suggested amongst elite. Albeit he was not one of them originally, that did not stop them from taking this opportunity. They siezed this advantage, it was theirs for the taking. His initials, ITR, were scratched out of his armor and replaced with a new slogan - HopeTorture. Changed, reconditioned, evolved - he was their hope now. Their enemies would feel the victory was upon them, only to have it taken from their grasp.


"At that time the sign of Man will appear in the sky, and all the nations will mourn." - 24:30

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