[SPL] CJ Entus vs. STX SouL

The summer solstice is a special day for the entire nation, arguably even more important than Christmas or New Years, and he thought he’d made the most of it... while it lasted. It was about 3 o’ clock when the long walk home started.

The feeling of familiarity as he looked around himself was depressing in and of itself, but paying attention to what he took for granted made it even worse. A few flickers of light, in massive, half-decayed stone buildings, a man weeping on the pavement, curled up around what looked to be a bottle of cheap vodka, but not even a single car in the usually crowded street. He’d just left one of those apartment buildings, and it seemed the fall of the Soviet Union only superficially affected the populace. An average Estonian would stay introverted and miserable day in and day out, whether he was going to work in his fancy, soulless office building or in the lifeless beehives which stood as monuments to the Soviet mentality: If everyone is forced to live equally badly, the populace feels less envious and is thus easier to control. That extensive Soviet architectural work was now a curse; only 22 years of living in this town made this particular section of the city navigatable. He knew that the layout of the buildings was meant to confuse possible Western forces and to make it difficult to take the city difficult by establishing countless kill-zones, but the blatant disregard to the needs of the peacetime citizen was still infuriating.

Finally he finished navigating that concrete jungle, and he reached the artificial channel next to the river that he had to cross. The water was calm, and the trees next to it were beautiful, but the partying people next to it would make him check the newspaper the morning after. 5 people had drowned there this year alone, all drunk, all foolish, all on holidays, and today the death toll would probably rise to a post-independence yearly record. None of the people at the party seemed too concerned with drinking though; everyone drinks themselves to death here. The average Estonian drinks more than the average Brit, and twice as much as the average Swede. It was the best moment to think about relatively pointless things to momentarily forget about these depressing facts of life, get over that damn bridge, and get home. So he wondered about how his love of STX would treat him in the following month, and how he could humorously express his hatred of SKT once more, and for a while it worked. The bridge was just ahead, which marked the halfway point of his miles-long trip. The streetlights went out, but it didn’t matter. It started to rain soon after, yet that didn’t matter as well. The only thing that mattered was STX making it to the playoffs, that would make him happy. Out loud, he wondered, “Am I setting myself up for disappointment again?“ No answer. The only sounds he heard were the rain and the leaves in the rising wind, which, eerily enough, resembled the sound of slashing Dark Templar.

Did it have any meaning? He didn’t know. The only thing he knew was that the party in the Estonian Republic was over.
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