To ensure that the HotS Community Launch Party will be awesome throughout the broadcast we want to invite you to be part of the fun. We will be holding a handful of contests to let fans of SC2 show their love of the game and create something cool, then showing the best creations on stream! The contests will range from extremely silly, such as making a raster image of White-Ra and taping it in public places, to adorable such as making your pets watch ESPORTS videos. We will have eight contests, each more awesome than the last.
There is more up for grabs than just fame from having your amazing art shown during the event. In addition to the pride and glory of being shown among the top submissions on stream, we have a host of prizes from Day[9]TV and TeamLiquid such as a sweet Zerg messenger bag, a battlecruiser Megablocks model, and a host of t-shirts from Blizzard and TeamLiquid. You could even win a collectible figure of your favorite SC2 character!
The submission deadline will be Tuesday, Mar 05 8:00pm GMT (GMT+00:00), so get started now!
White-Ra is Everywhere!
Use an image of White-Ra (original or photoshop creations) and then create a mural of White-Ra’s face in a conspicuous location. Put him on a mannequin or your school's cafeteria, and send us photos of your art!
For extra credit you can use rasterbator.net to generate your favorite White-Ra pictures in rasterbator form, making them all the more grand on walls or outside buildings.
Coaching Challenge
Have a family that knows your StarCraft obsession but doesn't understand the beauty in attack moving? Time to show them the way of the 6 pool.
Record yourself coaching a significant other / parent / friend who has no previous RTS experience on how to beat a medium AI through only voice instructions. Bonus points for cross gender.
Pet Audience
Record your pet watching a StarCraft VOD or stream for as long as they sit there watching it. Minimum time: at least 10 seconds. No holding them down or forcing them.
We highly suggest one with lots of action to keep their attention.
Express yourself through the magic of children's cartoon songs. Record yourself singing a song from any classic children's cartoon karaoke, but replace many of the lyrics with StarCraft references. Using a staff panel we'll decide which are the most well written and sung, make sure get as into it as possible.
Post-It-StarCraft Mural
Create a mural of anything related to StarCraft with post-it notes. You can use http://www.heavymural.com to create your own design or use inspiration from online.
The bigger and crazier the better!
ESPORTS Photo Caption
Use any famous ESPORTS photo and caption it in strange or hilarious ways. You can find some ideas from collections such as this or this, or just search around on Liquipedia.
Tell us what progamers are really thinking.
FanFiction Challenge
Write a preferably PG short fanfiction (less than 500 words). It can be about anything, the universe, a specific progamer, ESPORTS, etc. Funny or outrageous stories are encouraged. StarCraft personalities will read the best ones out loud on video.
Poems work too. Seriously, though, we mean PG entries only.
Cardboard Progamer
Print out an image of a prominent ESPORTS personality (large face or full body) and put it on a large cardboard cutout, then take pictures with it in famous or fun locations.
Show him following you on your daily activities, or out for a special trip.
How to Submit:
To submit simply post your entry in this thread, be it a youtube link, text, or image, while telling us which contest it is for. Let the creations of others inspire you and enjoy seeing what the community can make! Remember that the contests close in a little over two weeks from now on Tuesday, Mar 05 8:00pm GMT (GMT+00:00) so start your planning now and get your creativity going.
On February 19 2013 13:26 Malpractice.248 wrote: GG gonna have GF beat computer on medium. Im gonna have to refer to everything as a pokemon Might as well have her z...
Create a custom map and rename every unit! She'll be way more into it this way. I'll cheer for you if you do ^^
For the coaching one, if they don't win the first time, can they try again? And how much editing would be acceptable across multiple games? I'm assuming they'd want a video setup like most streams with the recording of the player/coach over the command card
This is an old video that I posted on my TL blog a long time ago (June 25, 2012).
It's a 8 week old kitten watching Starcraft 2 with me on my laptop in the dark. You can tell that she still hasn't fully developed her motor skills because she's still a little wobbly when she moves. She's standing on top of the laptop keyboard and I still have no idea what the shortcut is in Windows 7 that toggles the view from landscape to portrait. She toggled it herself. >_<
Her name is Arya (from Game of Thrones).
If you use this, you can credit my b.net username: NinjaBob
Are we allowed to submit our fan-fic in the form of a graphic novel (so yeah, a comic). The idea I have would benefit immensely from visual aids (all PG-13 of course)
Use any famous ESPORTS photo and caption it in strange or hilarious ways. You can find some ideas from collections such as this or this, or just search around on Liquipedia.
Tell us what progamers are really thinking.
Here you go ! My contribution :
Mike Morhaime is watching a Heart of the Swarm pro game with Dustin Browder.
Raynor strolled into the bridge of the Hyperion nonchalantly, taking a moment to look around. The bridge seemed strangely deserted for a ship that was the size of a city, in fact there was no one there. He was looking for Tychus Findley, the finest Marine in the entire Universe, as he had business to attend to. The dark made it hard to see, so Raynor took out his iPhone and used a torch app to light the way. There was a faint cough coming from one of the shadows, so Jim when to investigate. He found Tychus there, he looked upset. ‘Tychus, what’s got y’all looking so forlorn?’ Raynor asked, concern in his eyes. Tychus snivelled, ‘I was...I was just thinkin’ ‘bout the size of my gun. I-It seems kinda, well, small.’ Raynor smiled, and grasped Tychus’ gun firmly in his hand, resting it gently on the old Marine’s battered suit. ‘Now Tychus, I’ve seen the gun of every man on this ship since I came, and I can say with all sincerity, that you my friend have the biggest gun of all. Hm, your gun seems to be full of ammo Tychus. Have you not used it in a while?’ ‘Aw, Jimmy boy, you can always read my mind. I was about to fire it off then, before you interrupted me. I was just staring at this picture of Kerrigan, and it got me all riled up and I just...had to shoot my gun.’ Tychus started at Raynor pitifully, as he slowly caressed his gun in his large, masculine hands. Raynor put a hand on Tychus’ shoulder, before whispering ‘Well it’s no good to leave it now, otherwise your gun might jam just when it matters most.’ And with that, Raynor took Tychus’ gun in both hands, and started trying to pull the trigger as hard as he could. It wouldn’t budge, so Raynor was forced to try and heat up the barrel by rubbing it profusely. Tychus grunted, ‘It’s not enough Jimmy boy, it’s close to firing but we need more.’ Raynor reached for some oil conveniently placed nearby, and began spreading it the whole length of the gun. The grizzled soldier was a veteran at fixing guns, and he could sense it still wasn’t enough. Out of sheer frustration, Raynor took the base of the gun in his mouth and bit as hard as he could, and he bit and he bit and he bit. Eventually Tychus yelled, ‘It’s...gonna...fire...Jimmy boy’, and with one last rub the gun unloaded all of its ammunition over Tychus and Raynor. The two Marines sighed and began to make their way to the bathroom, as they were now covered in the warm sticky liquid that is the result of getting a gun shot at your body.
On February 19 2013 21:11 MrSexington wrote: Pet Audience Submission
This is an old video that I posted on my TL blog a long time ago (June 25, 2012).
It's a 6 week old black kitten watching Starcraft 2 with me on my laptop in the dark. She's standing on top of the laptop keyboard and I still have no idea what the shortcut is in Windows 7 that toggles the view from landscape to portrait. She toggled it herself. >_<
Her name is Arya (from Game of Thrones).
If you use this, you can credit my b.net username: NinjaBob
As HayprO sprinted through the winding paths, flanked by dark trees on either side, he could almost hear the hissing and spitting of those blood-sucking vipers behind him.
…
He stopped abruptly, and opened his eyes. He noticed at first glance that the two Vampires were NaNiWa and Day9. He raised his head to the inky-black night and opened his mouth in a warcry, veritably unhinging his jaw and sucking the universe into that massive, gaping chasm. …
He blasted a Kamayamaya into NaNiWa, sweeping him off his feet and slamming him into the dense forestry behind him. … Knowing the woods would soon be flooded with Vampires, HayprO blasted off into the night, flying back to camp…
The camp woke with the dawn the next day. ... HayprO reflected bitterly that the Vampires were evolving quickly… A few years ago, the Pokemon Theory was the biggest break-through in science. Now there was no science-- not here-- not anywhere from Eastern China to San Francisco. They called it the Dark Zone now.
He remembered the discovery-- … the Philosopher's Stone-- that's what they had named it… He remembered how this led to the countless studies … before the Pokemon Theory was postured. After it was, however, everything changed.
To evolve was difficult, or so it was said. … Only the perfect balance of mind and body could consciously evolve. Naturally, professional StarCraft players were the first to succeed. … Perhaps it was a gamer's natural affinity for darkness and night that led to Path of the Vampire … The Path of the Vampire was a terrible, evil, and most assuredly badass expansion of power through evolution. …
The other path of evolution that eventually followed was the Path of the Saiyan … This path began with photosynthesis. Gamers learned to harness the energy of the sun… and to use it to their advantage in supernatural ways.
…
Suddenly a flash of yellow streaked beside HayprO's face, nearly taking his head off. He looked down at the source of the light and saw CatZ, standing side by side with Day9… Thirty more Vampires emerged silently … HayprO ducked just in time as thirty more jets of light flew at them.
….
He shot down towards Nazgul's tent… He was almost there, flying just to the tip of the threshold of the house before being blindsided by what felt like a dump truck and slammed against a wall.
It was IdrA. … He looked around the campsite; the Vampires had breached the walls, and were tearing apart the entire camp. ... HayprO saw Saiyans falling left and right without a fight, and he knew it was too late. The camp would succumb to the Vampire infestation, and the last ray of hope in the Dark Zone would be extinguished. He saw the fire in IdrA's hand, and knew the end had come about.
Do it.
Here's a second fanfic submission, a bit more sober; a tableau taken from a piece I started a long time ago, but haven't had the drive to finish.
It is the right-most finger on the left hand; then the middle, and so on.
It felt odd to describe pain to a Doctor. It felt somehow unnatural to seek help like this, but at this point there wasn’t a lot of choice in the matter. It felt even worse that he couldn’t properly explain the pain his left hand caused him; it wasn’t just physical—the endless hours of dancing across clattering keys—it was ethereal, and it distanced him from his meandering thoughts. The physical pain was enough, though. There was enough bite and throbs of incoherent pleas to bring him to these haunted, luminescent halls, full of white light and sterile smell.
Beyond all thought of the hospital, there was, within his mottled mind, a clear and burning question. After months of twinges, of pains slowly growing in magnitude and frequency, after countless stretches, tricks, and tips to keep the wrists at rest, there was but one conclusion, and from that conclusion there was a question:
Will I be able to play again?
There was a pause. Through the window, the slowly sinking sun seemed to stop her descent, waiting on tenterhooks for the doctor’s reply. Each breath seemed a mile, each blink seemed a century, each beat of a pounding heart a snare drum’s call to the gallows. There was no air, no whisper, no wave to carry the resounding crash upon him as the doctor answered:
No.
And there was nothing else to it; after two weeks of secret meetings—of tests, results, and tests again—after two weeks of anticipation, of fear, there was now emptiness. There were drugs to alleviate the pain, but the inflammatory act of inching, key by key, click by click, to victory would only make it worse. Eventually movement would be impaired for the pain, and his functionality within the game would completely shut down. When he rested his three fingers on the “w,” “a,” and “d” keys, he would now see nothing but a cross on which his career, his passion, his life was slowly being crucified.
He took the subway to the hospital that evening; he wanted his absence to be as inconspicuous as possible. On the way back to Incheon, the dim lights of the train flickered, an odd cough rattled through the compartment. He gripped a bar to keep his balance, and, beginning in his hand, through his body coursed a twinge of regret and shame; this was it. It was over. Four years of self-enslavement, of mental fortuity, of endless torment, and nothing to show for it—nothing but the glories of the past and the marred promise of a fallen legacy. He twirled around in his head ideas—an education, a coach, a soldier— he tried to think about the future. What does one do after committing to a life time of passionate play? He stared down the coming year like it was his mortality, and, indeed, thought of it only as a sort of living death.
Once upon an Entombed Valley, while we wandered to our rally, Over often quaint and curious volumes of prevailing creep. While we sprinted, sometimes sprawling, suddenly there came a calling, As of something sickly screeching, screeching in the chasms deep. “’Tis some ursadak,” I whispered, “screeching in the chasms deep – Only this, now Scanner Sweep.”
As the tumors, all exposed, were each then dispatched unopposed, Again the screeching noise arose, so loudly that it made me leap, So that now, to still the stimming of my heart, I stood repeating, “’Tis some karak surely screeching loudly in the chasms deep – Some large karak surely screeching loudly in the chasms deep. Only this, some food to reap.”
Now inside the chasm scouting, long I stood there wondering, doubting, Twelve marines behind me shouting, shouting “check around that steep.” Seeing that it was deserted, “Nothing’s here” I soon asserted, In reply someone then blurted, “What about that awful shriek?” Everywhere we looked but we could not explain that awful shriek. “Fine,” I said, “we’ll Scanner Sweep.”
Suddenly there came a burst, and from the ground large eggs dispersed. Before I could so much as curse, the plagues within them ceased to sleep.
On February 20 2013 08:38 Shantastic wrote: About:
This is the first StarCraft II parody I fully recorded. I've been sitting on it for about a year, and I finally decided to finish and publish it today, when I read about the Disney parody portion of the HotS Launch Contest. I also decided, at the last minute, to write in a short fanfic prologue and epilogue. Those are included in the spoilers, if y'all want to read those.
There was a hell in this realm, and I'd returned to it.
I wasn't dreaming. This was Char. I'd once sworn never to come back here.
And yet I always knew that my return was inevitable.
I remember learning about our ancestors on Earth centuries ago. They first touched the skies and explored beyond the bubble of their homeworld. They raced each other towards the stars, trusting that one day, when the time came, humans could settle their disputes to face challenges they couldn't even begin to imagine. They believed with all their hearts that our species could put petty quarrels and wars, fought over insignificant bits of land on a speck of a rock, aside, and that they could unite against the real dangers of the cosmos.
They were so wrong. The UED, the Sons of Korhal, Dominions and Confederacies. I scoffed at the thought. "Raynor's Raiders."
I knew why I started the fight. I still believed in it. But I had long lost the illusion of what was "right." Was I fighting for the greater good? Sure, in my eyes. But at the end of the day, we were all fighting the same war. Ideology. The divisive cancer that had plagued humanity since the very beginning. We'd rip each other, and our own selves, to shreds before we gave it up. No, there was no right here. There was only wrong and less wrong. Not even Matt understood that. Maybe it was best he didn't.
I heard a blast behind me, followed by the sound of 130 pounds of titanium crashing into the ground..
"*thud* Aww, damn it!"
Pvt. Jenkins, a technician who had been enlisted to operate a Reaper and assist our recon operations on Char, had tried to fire a Concussive Shell while wearing someone else's Marauder. The recoil was not kind to his scrawny 90-pound body. Now he was lying on his ass.
At least he would have been if the damn suit weren't on backwards.
"Dumbass," I scolded as I helped him out of the suit, "This thing is worth more than your entire G. I. bill."
"Sorry Commander, I just wante--"
"If I wanted an apology or an explanation, I would have asked for it, Private. Just get in the damn Reaper."
"Yes sir." He scurried away past a dozen other fumbling trainees.
These guys were useless. Almost all my good men were dead or missing from the landing, and the mercenaries were hours away. I knew I had to say something.
A sigh of despair escaped my lips. If this was the best we could do, we had already lost. None of us would leave this place alive.
I started to go back into the shelter to finalize our assault plans, when I heard a loud whirring come down from the sky. I looked back. Three Dominion ships had landed out front. General Warfield, new arm glistening in the volcanic light, stepped off the first transport. Seven squads of Dominion troops exited behind him, immediately running to reinforce the perimeter.
Perhaps there was hope for the Terran race after all...
Anyway, I hope you like it! I plan on releasing much more content (including a version of this with gameplay video, if time allows) in the future =) I'll keep y'all posted!
I actually had this recorded and almost ready to publish for a while, and then I just sort of didn't finish it. With the contest, I decided I definitely should finish it haha. Hope you like it =)
Write a preferably PG short fanfiction (less than 500 words). It can be about anything, the universe, a specific progamer, ESPORTS, etc. Funny or outrageous stories are encouraged. StarCraft personalities will read the best ones out loud on video.
Poems work too. Seriously, though, we mean PG entries only.
Write a preferably PG short fanfiction (less than 500 words). It can be about anything, the universe, a specific progamer, ESPORTS, etc. Funny or outrageous stories are encouraged. StarCraft personalities will read the best ones out loud on video.
Poems work too. Seriously, though, we mean PG entries only.
Can you apply for more than one of the contests? :D
Short story (Poem, I guess) ;D
Death from above (A Zergling tale)
A little larvae started to brew And from it a tiny Zergling certainly grew Out of the egg into a new place How good it was to have such space A strange sound over his head A weird sensation started to spread Over the Hatchery, there he see Fying up high, an enemy Banshee What choice did he had other than flee? Smart he was, so burrow he did But the enemy Command Center spots where he hid The missiles came down from the sky Hitting the poor ling as he started to cry Dead he was, and what a gruesome end On to the creep, that was his stand Go on with the game, even thought that stings 'Cause who cares for those poor lings.
For some reason all my creativity (whatever unmeasurable amount it actually exists) just seems to go into writing. So here is my fanfiction submission It must be Tuesday.
It was finally morning. A ray of light entered through the cracks on the walls. Private Cross woke up with the light hitting his eyes. He turned around, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. And the barracks shook. Something must have hit it pretty hard. He stood up and looked around. Another of his brothers was also waking up. He decided to go to the bathroom. He had to take a leak.
He took his sweet time. He thought he really shouldn’t have drunk so much. But then again, he didn’t believe he could make it to the next day without a couple of cold ones. It didn’t matter anyway. He then went to the sink. Cold water was the best way for a man to wash himself and get ready for the following day.
The barracks shook again. It didn’t matter. He dipped his hands in the water and took them to his face. It felt good. He did it again. He stared into the mirror in front of him and saw himself. The barracks shook again. It didn’t matter.
He left the bathroom. More of his brothers were waking up. Some were already standing, others were still rolling around on their bunks. Someone seemed to whistle some kind of tune, but most were silent, getting mentally ready to the hardships of the day ahead.
Cross left the sleeping area and went into the gearing section. He stepped on the platform and soon enough a veritable army of robot arms appeared around him. He looked around, another one of his brothers was also in the room. The arms began moving, slowly connecting his armor around him. First his legs, then his torso and arms and finally his helmet.
The barracks shook again. It still didn’t matter. Both men stepped out of the platform and grabbed their trusty Gauss Rifles. Their shift was about to begin.
The door opened and they stepped outside. Ash fell from the sky, lava flowed in the back and the ground shook under their feet. The typical Charr welcome. Machine gun fire was heard coming from just further ahead and the siege tanks were shooting into the distance.
“Finally you grunts have decided to appear.” – shouted the commander sitting on top of the nearest tank. – “Get your asses down there. The Zerg are pushing heavily on our position and we need every gun we can get.”
Upon hearing this, Private Cross stared back to his fellow Marine and just said. “It must be Tuesday.”
My karaoke entry. It's "Heart of the Swarm" to the tune of "Part of Your World" from little mermaid. And yes... of all the luck I wrote lyrics for the same song as lovely and talented Tezkat above, but he was gracious about it so I finished editing anyhow.
This is a song for anyone who's lost to hellbat drops or nearly broken their keyboard after a handful of widow mines wiped them out.
I can show you the zerg Shining, shimmering, splendid Tell me, winless, now when did You last let your skill decide?
I can blow up your mines Take you nydus by nydus Over, under and sideways On an overseer ride
A whole new zerg A new fantastic pay per view No one to tell us LoL tops our esport Or say we're only dying
A whole new zerg A blinding cloud I never knew But when I am facing toss, it's auto-loss cuz now I'm with a whole new zerg vs you Now I'm with a whole new zerg vs you
Unbelievable swarms twice destructible towers Soaring, tumbling, freewinning Through an endless diamond league
A whole new zerg Don't you dare storm my eggs A hundred thousand lings to see (Hold your ramp, it gets better)
I'm like a flying tank I've got the bank I can't go back To where I used to spawn
A whole new zerg Every win a surprise With new experience points in game (Every terran makes reapers)
I'll burrow before lair There's gas to spare Let me share this whole new zerg with you
A whole new zerg That's where we leave A thrilling cheese And wondrous games For you and me
Feel free to use and change, if you like. (: edit: oh, holy shit, i didn't even realize there's already a submission parody of the same original song... fml, lol. sorry..
I'm gonna be a mighty queen So enemies beware! Well, I've never seen a queen of blades With quite so spiky hair
I'm gonna be the malevolent Like no queen was before I'm brushing up on stamping down I'm working on my WAR!
Thus far, a rather uninspiring routine Oh, I just can't wait to be queen! (You've rather a long way to go, young medusa, if you think…)
No one saying, "Infest this" (Now when I said that, I…) No one saying, "Flee Auir" (What I meant was…) No one saying, "Storm that" (Look, what you don't realise…) No one saying, "Seize here" (Now see here!) Free to fly around all day (Well, that's definitely out…) Free to kill it all my way!
I think it's time that you and I Arranged a heart to heart Queens don't need advice From little minions for a start If this is where the Insanity is headed Count me out! Out of service, out of Char I wouldn't hang about
This bitch is sounding way too keen Oh, I just can't wait to be queen!
Everybody look bereft Everybody cook alight Everywhere you look I'm Standin' in the creep blight! Not yet!
Let every zergling go for broke and careen Let's hear it in the swarm and on the green It's gonna be Queen Sarah's finest scene
Oh, I just can't wait to be queen! Oh, I just can't wait to be queen! Oh, I just can't waaaaaait… to be queen!
p.s. If anyone can come up with better rhymes, Ill update this.
Like a couple of posters above me, I felt inspired to write a Disney parody. But I lack the vocal range for the song I wanted to to do, so I'll just share my lyrics.
"A Whole New Swarm" (sung to the tune of "A Whole New World") + Show Spoiler +
I can mutate the Swarm Make Banelings split into Banelings Tell me, Kerrigan, which tech path will your vengeance now decide?
I can gives lings 3 eyes Make them jump like a Reaper That mutation's a keeper If you want a Raptor-ride
A whole new Swarm A new fantastic Zerg-made brood No Cerebrate to call us forth With what to morph Or complain we're deviating
A whole new Swarm A dazzling race I never knew Now with new Hydra speed I don't need creep And now I'll make a whole new Swarm with you (Now I'll make a whole new Swarm with you)
Unbelievable fights Burrowed Ultras are charging Send marines up careening Through a Viper's blinding cloud
A whole new Swarm (Don't forget your injects) And maybe even Hydraroach (Don't hold your breath, cuz I doubt it) I'm like a broodling star that's launched too far I can't go back to Wings of Liberty
A whole new Swarm (Every morph a surprise) With goals of vengeance to pursue (Mengsk's head on a platter) I'll chase them anywhere There's time to spare -- Years until we see some “Legacy”
A whole new Swarm That's what we'll need New mutant strain That lets Zerg reign Over you and me
Coaching Challenge The competition description does NOT read successfully guide someone to beat a medium AI. Sooo here is me failing horribly to coach my friend Klara. I focused a lot on using advanced micro and macro controls and ignored upgrades and scouting... On the plus side we did follow blindly the rules of the competition, Klara saw starcraft 2 for the first time (and a mouse, since she is using laptops for years) when she pushed the start game button. And we did kill a bunch of observers XD. Bottom line we had fun so here it is:
Coaching Challenge!!! My lovely girlfriend of almost 3 years (7 days till) takes on the imba toss with the help of my absolutely terrible teaching. We did succeed by the third try!
warning: slight sailing (a tad bit of bad language)
Attempts 2 and 3 for research purposes of course. + Show Spoiler +
I decided to write something. My words kept going toward the more non-PG version with a story of a female community figure making very.. interesting visits to teamhouses full of male players and I'll leave it at that. Anyways, I felt like I should write something else that I could actually post and so I did.
For the fanfiction(or poem) contest I wrote this which is a highly fictional, outrageous and wishful short fantasy text which describes the future rise of Protoss in the theater that is Heart of the Swarm with a bunch of Starcraft references(kudos if you find them all). Also English is only my third language so I apologize in advance for grammatical errors and such.
I just want to say that I love EG, Idra, and Huk so this is in no way meant to bash anyone. I really like the way the community exaggerates the characteristics of it's community figures. I wanted to play on that idea and try to capture some of that mythic ideal in my short story submission. Here it is!
The Hearts of the Swarm
He is a tiny man, inside and out, his face perpetually turned downwards, as if to avoid meeting the gaze of those whom he considers lesser, which seems to include everyone. He wears glasses, dark rimmed and piercing, magnifying his beady glare. His chin is wrapped in a dark strap of hair that grows in ordered rows, conforming to his rigid desire, his need for control. It is only hair, but on him it is violent, an extension of his snarl, an accent that draws the eye downwards, into his downcast expression, pulling your focus to the feature he unleashes upon you. Dark. Dead. Eyes. His name is Idra and he probably hates you.
The other's face is soft and boyish, black hair short, straight, and perfectly balanced. His face is heart shaped, if that is possible, if only because his queer eyebrows are built in taunt diagonals toward his nose and his ears are large, permanently covered by a dark hoodie, blocking out the world, leaving only room for the game. He smiles, often, and with the slight curve of a man who has reason to be smug. He holds his hands together, outstretched in front of him, as if they are a talisman to ward off the approaching dark, as if his heart is being held carefully in front of him, daring the world to take it. Huk stares straight ahead, forever ready to meet his destiny.
The two men sit together, ignoring each other, words having lost any meaning. In front of them sits a wasteland, the battered remnants of their dreams, their lives; the world they have built sits in ruin. A vast empire once stood here, one built on growth and control, massive armies carefully organized and orchestrated, each detail in place. The second was built on brazen and courageous fury, attacks in the face of danger, long shots and against the odds, all or nothing, a confidence built on wit and intelligence. Two vastly different empires, but built as if there could be no end. But the empires have fallen, leaving nothing but the wastes.
They have returned here to begin anew, ignoring the losses and the sharp edge of doubt. They sit together, staring at the nothingness, with only hope and a promise. They are the fallen giants, the beasts among men who will tear the world into two halves, bearing the sigils of the black and red heart. They are the evil geniuses, the tyrants, the conquerors of men, and they have nothing. For now.
I just couldn't stop myself from making a ROCK caption about the new HoTS collapsible rocks...
I also made a poem which I appropriately named "Jerg", that accurately depicts early game TvZ ^_^ :
Plot and turn and twist and burn All your lings will not return Spine crawlers will be churn And a new leason you will learn
Going out is this new heart With its new units I will break you apart All your drones will turn to sunder Your only escape will be to burrow under
On two legs or on wheel You will find this unreal Try to block your base you will All your chamber blood will spill
Crawlers will start to burrow, Playing zerg will bring you sorrow; Queens will not do much, My flames will want to touch.
With flying overlords you saw, That your strategy has a flaw Blame yourself for not going roach Since that is the only fair approach
Hatch and drone they now stand alone All of them will groan and moan So GG you will chat for your base is now flat Thus you learn threw chitchat, my new name is Hellbat!
And I wrote a small fanfiction named "Have you ever seen a marine go back to the rax?", so enjoy:
I don’t know what time it is. Hell I don’t even know if its day or night on this damned rock, but you get used to this feeling. The thing you don’t get used to is the silence. The complete silence of space. The eerie silence broken only by the sound of your irregular breathing and the thumps of your fast paced heartbeat, as you think about how bad the odds are for coming back alive. As a marine in space the only thing you truly know is your rifle and your orders to shoot anything that moves, thou sometimes we even shoot rocks. All of a sudden the silence is broken and a alert message appears on the helmet display. It shows the battle is won. Just like that, it ended. The command system goes offline and so does the connection with the battle net terminal. I should feel something, but I don't, and all I can think of is: "I survived another day". I turn around and head over to the rax for what the higher-ups call R&R that you never get. The suit stays on for a reason. It always stays on. At the rax I have to leave behind the one thing I hate to part with, the Gauss Rifle. A heavy bang signals that the metal door is now open, so we start walking single file threw the narrow corridor in silence. The only sound you can hear is the clanking of the marines metal suits. Not many of us made it back but we are all thinking the same thing: "Maybe we are the unlucky ones, as this hell continues tomorrow, and the next day and the day after that." It was a long day or whatever it was and everyone just wants to reach the starport and get a ride in a medivac back to the battleship. As usual the angels in white try to break the heavy silence as we board: "Welcome to the flying meat wagon. Organ donors to the left, junkies to the right." After everyone boards and the doors close we can finally open the helmets. I do so and take in a big breath of fresh air. I don't know if its because of the air or the stim shots, but my vision starts to spiral. Nothing new thou, the after effects of stim are well known. I take a seat and see a few old faces around me, but mostly fresh meat. I start thinking about how they will probably all die. I try to take my mind off to better things, like the medivac pilot: "Hey honey, miss me?" "Like I miss being chased by a gaggle of mutas!" "Ouch! That hurt, but I guess I should take a compliment when I hear one. Once they install the new boosters all those mutas will ever catch is the sight of your sweet aaeee...engines, engines!” “Hah! I don’t know about that, with my luck I’ll boost and crash right into a overlord.” “You shouldn't complain sweet cheeks, I still have to run from rolling acid balls on that damn zerg puke. All the stim in the world won’t make me outrun them!" All the marines suddenly turned to me when I mentioned banelings. I shouldn’t have said that. Every marine knew it was a death sentence to meet face to face with a baneling. A wide array of feelings was painted on their faces, ranging from fear to thousand yard stares into their past experiences. The only exception was the marauder at the back staring outside the window with a bored and sleepy look on his face. Suddenly the pilot turns her head to me and even thou the helmet covers most of the face, her beautiful emerald eyes stare me down with a serious frown. She raises her voice:"Other medivacs might not do it but you know I never leave a man behind! Boost or no boost, I'll get you out of there Uniden." I look straight into her eyes and I know she is saying the truth but all I feel is sadness that she lives in a world that would make her take such risks. I only mutter "I know...”. She turns to a blinking red dot that demands attention on her dashboard. The communications tower has been waiting for a reply. All I hear is her response: "Ready for dust-off."
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P.S. I would've done a absurd/comedy styled one suited for such limited sizes, but since it has to be PG, its very hard to balance it in so few words and not make it sound ridiculously childish/disney like by cutting out any nasty words/references/jokes that give alot of flavour to absurd styled comedy. Even if it probably has more than 500 words I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Here's my submission for the coaching contest. I edited this video quite a bit, because it turns out it's not that exciting to watch a game against the medium AI, especially when the person playing doesn't know how to play...
Sorry for the awful audio, we tried several times to get rid of it but with the resources we had we just had to deal. Feel free to skip the intro because most of the chipper dies out after that.
On March 05 2013 19:09 FireZerg wrote: hey this is my submission for starcraft karaoke! I hope you guys enjoy =] i think it's pretty quiet so sry about that xP
This is not part of the contest, just something I want to share. I live in a town in the north of Sweden.Over the last year I have discovered more and more places with three special letters written. I went on a one hour hunt for these letters, while waiting for the bus. I managed to capture some of them. Here they are: Herp derp "Flood Control!
Sorry, but new users cannot use the(bracket)img(bracket) bbcode tag." ...not even in the quote...
Here is my entry for the childhood song parody contest! It is a parody of "Be Prepared" by Scar from the Lion King. Hope you like it! The picture at the end was created by MrMatt, who's actually entering one of the contests as well! Thanks for listening.
I had a blast making mine, though I'm really glad I recorded it on the first day as it feels like I've been completely outclassed by some of the amazing singers who followed. To tell you the truth, I'm having trouble picking a favourite...
So I did one more for the Starcraft Karaoke: Simply Have Some Fun to the tune of Colors of the Wind
Got enough feedback about Heart of the Swarm being negative, so I wanted to do a positively spun one. It is MAJORLY influenced by Day9 Daily #269, and his having fun rant. Really shaped the way I approach the game.
On March 06 2013 10:32 itsbecca wrote: So I did one more for the Starcraft Karaoke: Simply Have Some Fun to the tune of Colors of the Wind
Got enough feedback about Heart of the Swarm being negative, so I wanted to do a positively spun one. It is MAJORLY influenced by Day9 Daily #269, and his having fun rant. Really shaped the way I approach the game.
On March 02 2013 12:12 Hungry Cerberus wrote: I just want to say that I love EG, Idra, and Huk so this is in no way meant to bash anyone. I really like the way the community exaggerates the characteristics of it's community figures. I wanted to play on that idea and try to capture some of that mythic ideal in my short story submission. Here it is!
The Hearts of the Swarm
He is a tiny man, inside and out, his face perpetually turned downwards, as if to avoid meeting the gaze of those whom he considers lesser, which seems to include everyone. He wears glasses, dark rimmed and piercing, magnifying his beady glare. His chin is wrapped in a dark strap of hair that grows in ordered rows, conforming to his rigid desire, his need for control. It is only hair, but on him it is violent, an extension of his snarl, an accent that draws the eye downwards, into his downcast expression, pulling your focus to the feature he unleashes upon you. Dark. Dead. Eyes. His name is Idra and he probably hates you.
The other's face is soft and boyish, black hair short, straight, and perfectly balanced. His face is heart shaped, if that is possible, if only because his queer eyebrows are built in taunt diagonals toward his nose and his ears are large, permanently covered by a dark hoodie, blocking out the world, leaving only room for the game. He smiles, often, and with the slight curve of a man who has reason to be smug. He holds his hands together, outstretched in front of him, as if they are a talisman to ward off the approaching dark, as if his heart is being held carefully in front of him, daring the world to take it. Huk stares straight ahead, forever ready to meet his destiny.
The two men sit together, ignoring each other, words having lost any meaning. In front of them sits a wasteland, the battered remnants of their dreams, their lives; the world they have built sits in ruin. A vast empire once stood here, one built on growth and control, massive armies carefully organized and orchestrated, each detail in place. The second was built on brazen and courageous fury, attacks in the face of danger, long shots and against the odds, all or nothing, a confidence built on wit and intelligence. Two vastly different empires, but built as if there could be no end. But the empires have fallen, leaving nothing but the wastes.
They have returned here to begin anew, ignoring the losses and the sharp edge of doubt. They sit together, staring at the nothingness, with only hope and a promise. They are the fallen giants, the beasts among men who will tear the world into two halves, bearing the sigils of the black and red heart. They are the evil geniuses, the tyrants, the conquerors of men, and they have nothing. For now.
Beware the fall of giants.
And above all, beware their return.
Congrats Hungry Cerberus, you were shown on screen being read by Mr. Bitter!!!
Bausmods entry was just... HEADS AND BOUNDS AND LEAPS AND ENTIRE LEVELS past the rest. Seriously just listen to the playlist with all of the videos and its CLEAR who had the best submission. The quality of lyrics/vocal talent and actually professional sounding audio... was literally miles ahead of most of the entries.
On March 02 2013 12:12 Hungry Cerberus wrote: I just want to say that I love EG, Idra, and Huk so this is in no way meant to bash anyone. I really like the way the community exaggerates the characteristics of it's community figures. I wanted to play on that idea and try to capture some of that mythic ideal in my short story submission. Here it is!
The Hearts of the Swarm
He is a tiny man, inside and out, his face perpetually turned downwards, as if to avoid meeting the gaze of those whom he considers lesser, which seems to include everyone. He wears glasses, dark rimmed and piercing, magnifying his beady glare. His chin is wrapped in a dark strap of hair that grows in ordered rows, conforming to his rigid desire, his need for control. It is only hair, but on him it is violent, an extension of his snarl, an accent that draws the eye downwards, into his downcast expression, pulling your focus to the feature he unleashes upon you. Dark. Dead. Eyes. His name is Idra and he probably hates you.
The other's face is soft and boyish, black hair short, straight, and perfectly balanced. His face is heart shaped, if that is possible, if only because his queer eyebrows are built in taunt diagonals toward his nose and his ears are large, permanently covered by a dark hoodie, blocking out the world, leaving only room for the game. He smiles, often, and with the slight curve of a man who has reason to be smug. He holds his hands together, outstretched in front of him, as if they are a talisman to ward off the approaching dark, as if his heart is being held carefully in front of him, daring the world to take it. Huk stares straight ahead, forever ready to meet his destiny.
The two men sit together, ignoring each other, words having lost any meaning. In front of them sits a wasteland, the battered remnants of their dreams, their lives; the world they have built sits in ruin. A vast empire once stood here, one built on growth and control, massive armies carefully organized and orchestrated, each detail in place. The second was built on brazen and courageous fury, attacks in the face of danger, long shots and against the odds, all or nothing, a confidence built on wit and intelligence. Two vastly different empires, but built as if there could be no end. But the empires have fallen, leaving nothing but the wastes.
They have returned here to begin anew, ignoring the losses and the sharp edge of doubt. They sit together, staring at the nothingness, with only hope and a promise. They are the fallen giants, the beasts among men who will tear the world into two halves, bearing the sigils of the black and red heart. They are the evil geniuses, the tyrants, the conquerors of men, and they have nothing. For now.
Beware the fall of giants.
And above all, beware their return.
Congrats Hungry Cerberus, you were shown on screen being read by Mr. Bitter!!!
Is there anyway to find out if there is a recording of this. I would love to see it??
even though the pilots voice sounded kinda gay at first, it slowly started sounded awesome.. and i got nerd chills when that "unbelievable range" part came up...
really good stuff !! way better than the original !! if i had a vote, it would be this one!
EPT
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