On October 20 2014 04:45 NanowaX wrote:
Zest can't beat this handsome level, polls are wrong!
Zest can't beat this handsome level, polls are wrong!
Please. Zest would have weights in his hands if he was in this picture
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OtherWorld
France17333 Posts
October 19 2014 19:53 GMT
#10901
On October 20 2014 04:45 NanowaX wrote: Zest can't beat this handsome level, polls are wrong! Please. Zest would have weights in his hands if he was in this picture | ||
intotheheart
Canada33091 Posts
October 19 2014 19:55 GMT
#10902
Or... freedom. | ||
OtherWorld
France17333 Posts
October 19 2014 19:57 GMT
#10903
On October 20 2014 04:55 IntoTheheart wrote: And Polt would have his WCS championships. Or... freedom. You can't hold freedom in your hands, duh. That's the very principle of freedom | ||
Yorkie
United States12612 Posts
October 19 2014 20:00 GMT
#10904
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NanowaX
Germany190 Posts
October 19 2014 20:00 GMT
#10905
On October 20 2014 04:53 OtherWorld wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 04:45 NanowaX wrote: Zest can't beat this handsome level, polls are wrong! Please. Zest would have weights in his hands if he was in this picture face > muscles you know! | ||
OtherWorld
France17333 Posts
October 19 2014 20:01 GMT
#10906
On October 20 2014 05:00 NanowaX wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 04:53 OtherWorld wrote: On October 20 2014 04:45 NanowaX wrote: Zest can't beat this handsome level, polls are wrong! Please. Zest would have weights in his hands if he was in this picture face > muscles you know! Zest has the face too. But MMA's not bad, yeah | ||
NanowaX
Germany190 Posts
October 19 2014 20:07 GMT
#10907
On October 20 2014 05:01 OtherWorld wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 05:00 NanowaX wrote: On October 20 2014 04:53 OtherWorld wrote: On October 20 2014 04:45 NanowaX wrote: Zest can't beat this handsome level, polls are wrong! Please. Zest would have weights in his hands if he was in this picture face > muscles you know! Zest has the face too. But MMA's not bad, yeah He probably has the face but there's something evil in his face and facial expressions. I would recommend MMA for realationships and marriage :D | ||
intotheheart
Canada33091 Posts
October 19 2014 20:23 GMT
#10908
On October 20 2014 04:57 OtherWorld wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 04:55 IntoTheheart wrote: And Polt would have his WCS championships. Or... freedom. You can't hold freedom in your hands, duh. That's the very principle of freedom But he's Captain America. He's simply delivering it to the less free. | ||
Darkhorse
United States23454 Posts
October 19 2014 20:25 GMT
#10909
On October 20 2014 05:07 NanowaX wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 05:01 OtherWorld wrote: On October 20 2014 05:00 NanowaX wrote: On October 20 2014 04:53 OtherWorld wrote: On October 20 2014 04:45 NanowaX wrote: Zest can't beat this handsome level, polls are wrong! Please. Zest would have weights in his hands if he was in this picture face > muscles you know! Zest has the face too. But MMA's not bad, yeah He probably has the face but there's something evil in his face and facial expressions. I would recommend MMA for realationships and marriage :D MMA has a great rep with families/marriages. Just ask team Slayers! | ||
Cricketer12
United States13836 Posts
October 19 2014 20:32 GMT
#10910
On October 20 2014 05:25 Darkhorse wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 05:07 NanowaX wrote: On October 20 2014 05:01 OtherWorld wrote: On October 20 2014 05:00 NanowaX wrote: On October 20 2014 04:53 OtherWorld wrote: On October 20 2014 04:45 NanowaX wrote: Zest can't beat this handsome level, polls are wrong! Please. Zest would have weights in his hands if he was in this picture face > muscles you know! Zest has the face too. But MMA's not bad, yeah He probably has the face but there's something evil in his face and facial expressions. I would recommend MMA for realationships and marriage :D MMA has a great rep with families/marriages. Just ask team Slayers! #Jessica | ||
OtherWorld
France17333 Posts
October 19 2014 20:34 GMT
#10911
+ Show Spoiler + Old Brothers soO stopped, breathed, and sat on the ground. The whipping wind and his tired legs were inviting him to think. It had been ten days now since he stormed out of the SKT House after the publication of the monthly in-house rankings. He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear the fact that he didn't manage to grab the first spot in these rankings. He never managed to do it, to say the truth. And he had enough of that. He just left, without giving notice to his teammates or managers. But where would he go? The Global Finals were so close. No foreign teams had offered him a contract, thus forcing him to stay on SKT. He had spent his entire year practicing like a madman, only to never get proper recognition inside the SKT house and to make 4 GSLs Grand Finals in a row. Losing them all. Each time he lost one, he grew stronger. Yet he never grew strong enough to win one. Each time, he went into the games thinking that he was about to avenge the SKT Zergs, despised and mocked. He never did. Each time, he persuaded himself that losing meant being closer to win the next one. But it didn't happen. And now, who knew if there was going to be a next one? He had heard, back from the times when he was a rookie, tales of mystic mountains containing holy temples dedicated to old and long forgotten clans. He knew those clans perfectly well ; he started in one of them, n.Die. Since he had nowhere to go, why not to go and try to find the n.Die temple? If it really existed, maybe there he would find the strenght that he didn't find during all of those finals. He went on to a journey that led him, in a few days of lonely walk, to the place where he was supposed to find the mystic mountains, and now he was there. He had endured the cold and seen nothing but snow, with the exception of a distant silhouette sometimes appearing far away, and now he had in front of him a huge metallic gate which led into a mountain. He went back up on his feets, approached the gate and pushed it. The gate moved with a squeaky noise and he entered. Inside were old artifacts and trophies of the clan, stored on natural shelf formed by the stone walls. At the opposite of the entrance, about fifty meters away, was a statue of the most successful player of the clan, the mighty Lee Jae Dong. soO, impressed by the place he was in, slowly walked towards the statue. A man was sitting in front of it, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. As he came closer, the voice of the man, a deep, powerful voice, came to soO's ears. "Who are you, and why are you in a Temple only few are allowed to enter?" "I am Eo Yoon Su. I came here in hope to find strenght for what is my last chance to go down in history. I came here to summon the might of the old n.Die clan, of which I once was a member. I came here to make sure that my undisputed reign over the Starcraft scene will start soon, and will last until my last ennemies give up their thoughts of ever attaining my level of dominance. I am the Silver Surfer, and I shall become the Unending Zerg." "I see. You are not alone in your quest." The man went back on his legs and turned towards soO. The darkness of the room did not allow soO to see his face, but his strong voice made itself be heard once more. "I know quite a bit about second places, soO. I also know about failure and that horrific feeling of playing badly all year long without endless training doing anything to it. The only thing I can do to help you is to tell you to believe in yourself. You are incredibly gifted, you have an amount of skill few can match, and you slained my old enemy. You will succeed, although as it is written that SKT Zergs shall never know success, you will only succeed once before fading into oblivion." soO still couldn't see the man's face, although the stranger was just one meter away from a ray of light coming from the outside. "Who are you?" "I have been covered in glory and trophies ; I have been seen as the best of my kind, a gifted prodigy that all feared. Then I lost it all. I came here to find my old self. I didn't came here to start my unending reign, I came here to get my throne back." soO's breath stopped as the man advanced towards the ray of light. "I am the Tyrant." The man walked into the ray of light. soO could see his face now, a face that age, loss and anger had made even more impressive and dominant than in his prime. "I am Lee Jae Dong." My english is far from being rock solid so it's probably pretty bad, but I had fun doing it. Oh yeah I forgot, #IMadeThis | ||
Cricketer12
United States13836 Posts
October 19 2014 20:39 GMT
#10912
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dangthatsright
1158 Posts
October 19 2014 20:40 GMT
#10913
On October 20 2014 05:39 Cricketer12 wrote: also, declaring war on Walker for the sake of pashun, must overtake him in pashun! heh, declaring war, how american of you :D | ||
Cricketer12
United States13836 Posts
October 19 2014 20:43 GMT
#10914
On October 20 2014 05:40 dangthatsright wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 05:39 Cricketer12 wrote: also, declaring war on Walker for the sake of pashun, must overtake him in pashun! heh, declaring war, how american of you :D damn, that hurts cause im liberal, and think obama is being stupid... | ||
Die4Ever
United States17430 Posts
October 19 2014 20:56 GMT
#10915
On October 20 2014 05:34 OtherWorld wrote: Ok here's a fanfic about 2 players : + Show Spoiler + Old Brothers soO stopped, breathed, and sat on the ground. The whipping wind and his tired legs were inviting him to think. It had been ten days now since he stormed out of the SKT House after the publication of the monthly in-house rankings. He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear the fact that he didn't manage to grab the first spot in these rankings. He never managed to do it, to say the truth. And he had enough of that. He just left, without giving notice to his teammates or managers. But where would he go? The Global Finals were so close. No foreign teams had offered him a contract, thus forcing him to stay on SKT. He had spent his entire year practicing like a madman, only to never get proper recognition inside the SKT house and to make 4 GSLs Grand Finals in a row. Losing them all. Each time he lost one, he grew stronger. Yet he never grew strong enough to win one. Each time, he went into the games thinking that he was about to avenge the SKT Zergs, despised and mocked. He never did. Each time, he persuaded himself that losing meant being closer to win the next one. But it didn't happen. And now, who knew if there was going to be a next one? He had heard, back from the times when he was a rookie, tales of mystic mountains containing holy temples dedicated to old and long forgotten clans. He knew those clans perfectly well ; he started in one of them, n.Die. Since he had nowhere to go, why not to go and try to find the n.Die temple? If it really existed, maybe there he would find the strenght that he didn't find during all of those finals. He went on to a journey that led him, in a few days of lonely walk, to the place where he was supposed to find the mystic mountains, and now he was there. He had endured the cold and seen nothing but snow, with the exception of a distant silhouette sometimes appearing far away, and now he had in front of him a huge metallic gate which led into a mountain. He went back up on his feets, approached the gate and pushed it. The gate moved with a squeaky noise and he entered. Inside were old artifacts and trophies of the clan, stored on natural shelf formed by the stone walls. At the opposite of the entrance, about fifty meters away, was a statue of the most successful player of the clan, the mighty Lee Jae Dong. soO, impressed by the place he was in, slowly walked towards the statue. A man was sitting in front of it, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. As he came closer, the voice of the man, a deep, powerful voice, came to soO's ears. "Who are you, and why are you in a Temple only few are allowed to enter?" "I am Eo Yoon Su. I came here in hope to find strenght for what is my last chance to go down in history. I came here to summon the might of the old n.Die clan, of which I once was a member. I came here to make sure that my undisputed reign over the Starcraft scene will start soon, and will last until my last ennemies give up their thoughts of ever attaining my level of dominance. I am the Silver Surfer, and I shall become the Unending Zerg." "I see. You are not alone in your quest." The man went back on his legs and turned towards soO. The darkness of the room did not allow soO to see his face, but his strong voice made itself be heard once more. "I know quite a bit about second places, soO. I also know about failure and that horrific feeling of playing badly all year long without endless training doing anything to it. The only thing I can do to help you is to tell you to believe in yourself. You are incredibly gifted, you have an amount of skill few can match, and you slained my old enemy. You will succeed, although as it is written that SKT Zergs shall never know success, you will only succeed once before fading into oblivion." soO still couldn't see the man's face, although the stranger was just one meter away from a ray of light coming from the outside. "Who are you?" "I have been covered in glory and trophies ; I have been seen as the best of my kind, a gifted prodigy that all feared. Then I lost it all. I came here to find my old self. I didn't came here to start my unending reign, I came here to get my throne back." soO's breath stopped as the man advanced towards the ray of light. "I am the Tyrant." The man walked into the ray of light. soO could see his face now, a face that age, loss and anger had made even more impressive and dominant than in his prime. "I am Lee Jae Dong." My english is far from being rock solid so it's probably pretty bad, but I had fun doing it. Oh yeah I forgot, #IMadeThis nice! | ||
OtherWorld
France17333 Posts
October 19 2014 20:58 GMT
#10916
On October 20 2014 05:56 Die4Ever wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 05:34 OtherWorld wrote: Ok here's a fanfic about 2 players : + Show Spoiler + Old Brothers soO stopped, breathed, and sat on the ground. The whipping wind and his tired legs were inviting him to think. It had been ten days now since he stormed out of the SKT House after the publication of the monthly in-house rankings. He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear the fact that he didn't manage to grab the first spot in these rankings. He never managed to do it, to say the truth. And he had enough of that. He just left, without giving notice to his teammates or managers. But where would he go? The Global Finals were so close. No foreign teams had offered him a contract, thus forcing him to stay on SKT. He had spent his entire year practicing like a madman, only to never get proper recognition inside the SKT house and to make 4 GSLs Grand Finals in a row. Losing them all. Each time he lost one, he grew stronger. Yet he never grew strong enough to win one. Each time, he went into the games thinking that he was about to avenge the SKT Zergs, despised and mocked. He never did. Each time, he persuaded himself that losing meant being closer to win the next one. But it didn't happen. And now, who knew if there was going to be a next one? He had heard, back from the times when he was a rookie, tales of mystic mountains containing holy temples dedicated to old and long forgotten clans. He knew those clans perfectly well ; he started in one of them, n.Die. Since he had nowhere to go, why not to go and try to find the n.Die temple? If it really existed, maybe there he would find the strenght that he didn't find during all of those finals. He went on to a journey that led him, in a few days of lonely walk, to the place where he was supposed to find the mystic mountains, and now he was there. He had endured the cold and seen nothing but snow, with the exception of a distant silhouette sometimes appearing far away, and now he had in front of him a huge metallic gate which led into a mountain. He went back up on his feets, approached the gate and pushed it. The gate moved with a squeaky noise and he entered. Inside were old artifacts and trophies of the clan, stored on natural shelf formed by the stone walls. At the opposite of the entrance, about fifty meters away, was a statue of the most successful player of the clan, the mighty Lee Jae Dong. soO, impressed by the place he was in, slowly walked towards the statue. A man was sitting in front of it, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. As he came closer, the voice of the man, a deep, powerful voice, came to soO's ears. "Who are you, and why are you in a Temple only few are allowed to enter?" "I am Eo Yoon Su. I came here in hope to find strenght for what is my last chance to go down in history. I came here to summon the might of the old n.Die clan, of which I once was a member. I came here to make sure that my undisputed reign over the Starcraft scene will start soon, and will last until my last ennemies give up their thoughts of ever attaining my level of dominance. I am the Silver Surfer, and I shall become the Unending Zerg." "I see. You are not alone in your quest." The man went back on his legs and turned towards soO. The darkness of the room did not allow soO to see his face, but his strong voice made itself be heard once more. "I know quite a bit about second places, soO. I also know about failure and that horrific feeling of playing badly all year long without endless training doing anything to it. The only thing I can do to help you is to tell you to believe in yourself. You are incredibly gifted, you have an amount of skill few can match, and you slained my old enemy. You will succeed, although as it is written that SKT Zergs shall never know success, you will only succeed once before fading into oblivion." soO still couldn't see the man's face, although the stranger was just one meter away from a ray of light coming from the outside. "Who are you?" "I have been covered in glory and trophies ; I have been seen as the best of my kind, a gifted prodigy that all feared. Then I lost it all. I came here to find my old self. I didn't came here to start my unending reign, I came here to get my throne back." soO's breath stopped as the man advanced towards the ray of light. "I am the Tyrant." The man walked into the ray of light. soO could see his face now, a face that age, loss and anger had made even more impressive and dominant than in his prime. "I am Lee Jae Dong." My english is far from being rock solid so it's probably pretty bad, but I had fun doing it. Oh yeah I forgot, #IMadeThis nice! Thanks ! Also, are Power Ranks considered OC/worthy of the hashtagIMadeThis? | ||
Die4Ever
United States17430 Posts
October 19 2014 21:01 GMT
#10917
On October 20 2014 05:58 OtherWorld wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 05:56 Die4Ever wrote: On October 20 2014 05:34 OtherWorld wrote: Ok here's a fanfic about 2 players : + Show Spoiler + Old Brothers soO stopped, breathed, and sat on the ground. The whipping wind and his tired legs were inviting him to think. It had been ten days now since he stormed out of the SKT House after the publication of the monthly in-house rankings. He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear the fact that he didn't manage to grab the first spot in these rankings. He never managed to do it, to say the truth. And he had enough of that. He just left, without giving notice to his teammates or managers. But where would he go? The Global Finals were so close. No foreign teams had offered him a contract, thus forcing him to stay on SKT. He had spent his entire year practicing like a madman, only to never get proper recognition inside the SKT house and to make 4 GSLs Grand Finals in a row. Losing them all. Each time he lost one, he grew stronger. Yet he never grew strong enough to win one. Each time, he went into the games thinking that he was about to avenge the SKT Zergs, despised and mocked. He never did. Each time, he persuaded himself that losing meant being closer to win the next one. But it didn't happen. And now, who knew if there was going to be a next one? He had heard, back from the times when he was a rookie, tales of mystic mountains containing holy temples dedicated to old and long forgotten clans. He knew those clans perfectly well ; he started in one of them, n.Die. Since he had nowhere to go, why not to go and try to find the n.Die temple? If it really existed, maybe there he would find the strenght that he didn't find during all of those finals. He went on to a journey that led him, in a few days of lonely walk, to the place where he was supposed to find the mystic mountains, and now he was there. He had endured the cold and seen nothing but snow, with the exception of a distant silhouette sometimes appearing far away, and now he had in front of him a huge metallic gate which led into a mountain. He went back up on his feets, approached the gate and pushed it. The gate moved with a squeaky noise and he entered. Inside were old artifacts and trophies of the clan, stored on natural shelf formed by the stone walls. At the opposite of the entrance, about fifty meters away, was a statue of the most successful player of the clan, the mighty Lee Jae Dong. soO, impressed by the place he was in, slowly walked towards the statue. A man was sitting in front of it, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. As he came closer, the voice of the man, a deep, powerful voice, came to soO's ears. "Who are you, and why are you in a Temple only few are allowed to enter?" "I am Eo Yoon Su. I came here in hope to find strenght for what is my last chance to go down in history. I came here to summon the might of the old n.Die clan, of which I once was a member. I came here to make sure that my undisputed reign over the Starcraft scene will start soon, and will last until my last ennemies give up their thoughts of ever attaining my level of dominance. I am the Silver Surfer, and I shall become the Unending Zerg." "I see. You are not alone in your quest." The man went back on his legs and turned towards soO. The darkness of the room did not allow soO to see his face, but his strong voice made itself be heard once more. "I know quite a bit about second places, soO. I also know about failure and that horrific feeling of playing badly all year long without endless training doing anything to it. The only thing I can do to help you is to tell you to believe in yourself. You are incredibly gifted, you have an amount of skill few can match, and you slained my old enemy. You will succeed, although as it is written that SKT Zergs shall never know success, you will only succeed once before fading into oblivion." soO still couldn't see the man's face, although the stranger was just one meter away from a ray of light coming from the outside. "Who are you?" "I have been covered in glory and trophies ; I have been seen as the best of my kind, a gifted prodigy that all feared. Then I lost it all. I came here to find my old self. I didn't came here to start my unending reign, I came here to get my throne back." soO's breath stopped as the man advanced towards the ray of light. "I am the Tyrant." The man walked into the ray of light. soO could see his face now, a face that age, loss and anger had made even more impressive and dominant than in his prime. "I am Lee Jae Dong." My english is far from being rock solid so it's probably pretty bad, but I had fun doing it. Oh yeah I forgot, #IMadeThis nice! Thanks ! Also, are Power Ranks considered OC/worthy of the hashtagIMadeThis? yea if you wrote some stuff to explain your placements | ||
OtherWorld
France17333 Posts
October 19 2014 21:04 GMT
#10918
On October 20 2014 06:01 Die4Ever wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 05:58 OtherWorld wrote: On October 20 2014 05:56 Die4Ever wrote: On October 20 2014 05:34 OtherWorld wrote: Ok here's a fanfic about 2 players : + Show Spoiler + Old Brothers soO stopped, breathed, and sat on the ground. The whipping wind and his tired legs were inviting him to think. It had been ten days now since he stormed out of the SKT House after the publication of the monthly in-house rankings. He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear the fact that he didn't manage to grab the first spot in these rankings. He never managed to do it, to say the truth. And he had enough of that. He just left, without giving notice to his teammates or managers. But where would he go? The Global Finals were so close. No foreign teams had offered him a contract, thus forcing him to stay on SKT. He had spent his entire year practicing like a madman, only to never get proper recognition inside the SKT house and to make 4 GSLs Grand Finals in a row. Losing them all. Each time he lost one, he grew stronger. Yet he never grew strong enough to win one. Each time, he went into the games thinking that he was about to avenge the SKT Zergs, despised and mocked. He never did. Each time, he persuaded himself that losing meant being closer to win the next one. But it didn't happen. And now, who knew if there was going to be a next one? He had heard, back from the times when he was a rookie, tales of mystic mountains containing holy temples dedicated to old and long forgotten clans. He knew those clans perfectly well ; he started in one of them, n.Die. Since he had nowhere to go, why not to go and try to find the n.Die temple? If it really existed, maybe there he would find the strenght that he didn't find during all of those finals. He went on to a journey that led him, in a few days of lonely walk, to the place where he was supposed to find the mystic mountains, and now he was there. He had endured the cold and seen nothing but snow, with the exception of a distant silhouette sometimes appearing far away, and now he had in front of him a huge metallic gate which led into a mountain. He went back up on his feets, approached the gate and pushed it. The gate moved with a squeaky noise and he entered. Inside were old artifacts and trophies of the clan, stored on natural shelf formed by the stone walls. At the opposite of the entrance, about fifty meters away, was a statue of the most successful player of the clan, the mighty Lee Jae Dong. soO, impressed by the place he was in, slowly walked towards the statue. A man was sitting in front of it, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. As he came closer, the voice of the man, a deep, powerful voice, came to soO's ears. "Who are you, and why are you in a Temple only few are allowed to enter?" "I am Eo Yoon Su. I came here in hope to find strenght for what is my last chance to go down in history. I came here to summon the might of the old n.Die clan, of which I once was a member. I came here to make sure that my undisputed reign over the Starcraft scene will start soon, and will last until my last ennemies give up their thoughts of ever attaining my level of dominance. I am the Silver Surfer, and I shall become the Unending Zerg." "I see. You are not alone in your quest." The man went back on his legs and turned towards soO. The darkness of the room did not allow soO to see his face, but his strong voice made itself be heard once more. "I know quite a bit about second places, soO. I also know about failure and that horrific feeling of playing badly all year long without endless training doing anything to it. The only thing I can do to help you is to tell you to believe in yourself. You are incredibly gifted, you have an amount of skill few can match, and you slained my old enemy. You will succeed, although as it is written that SKT Zergs shall never know success, you will only succeed once before fading into oblivion." soO still couldn't see the man's face, although the stranger was just one meter away from a ray of light coming from the outside. "Who are you?" "I have been covered in glory and trophies ; I have been seen as the best of my kind, a gifted prodigy that all feared. Then I lost it all. I came here to find my old self. I didn't came here to start my unending reign, I came here to get my throne back." soO's breath stopped as the man advanced towards the ray of light. "I am the Tyrant." The man walked into the ray of light. soO could see his face now, a face that age, loss and anger had made even more impressive and dominant than in his prime. "I am Lee Jae Dong." My english is far from being rock solid so it's probably pretty bad, but I had fun doing it. Oh yeah I forgot, #IMadeThis nice! Thanks ! Also, are Power Ranks considered OC/worthy of the hashtagIMadeThis? yea if you wrote some stuff to explain your placements Ok. I'll probably do one when I'll have the time | ||
Cricketer12
United States13836 Posts
October 19 2014 21:17 GMT
#10919
On October 20 2014 06:01 Die4Ever wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 05:58 OtherWorld wrote: On October 20 2014 05:56 Die4Ever wrote: On October 20 2014 05:34 OtherWorld wrote: Ok here's a fanfic about 2 players : + Show Spoiler + Old Brothers soO stopped, breathed, and sat on the ground. The whipping wind and his tired legs were inviting him to think. It had been ten days now since he stormed out of the SKT House after the publication of the monthly in-house rankings. He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear the fact that he didn't manage to grab the first spot in these rankings. He never managed to do it, to say the truth. And he had enough of that. He just left, without giving notice to his teammates or managers. But where would he go? The Global Finals were so close. No foreign teams had offered him a contract, thus forcing him to stay on SKT. He had spent his entire year practicing like a madman, only to never get proper recognition inside the SKT house and to make 4 GSLs Grand Finals in a row. Losing them all. Each time he lost one, he grew stronger. Yet he never grew strong enough to win one. Each time, he went into the games thinking that he was about to avenge the SKT Zergs, despised and mocked. He never did. Each time, he persuaded himself that losing meant being closer to win the next one. But it didn't happen. And now, who knew if there was going to be a next one? He had heard, back from the times when he was a rookie, tales of mystic mountains containing holy temples dedicated to old and long forgotten clans. He knew those clans perfectly well ; he started in one of them, n.Die. Since he had nowhere to go, why not to go and try to find the n.Die temple? If it really existed, maybe there he would find the strenght that he didn't find during all of those finals. He went on to a journey that led him, in a few days of lonely walk, to the place where he was supposed to find the mystic mountains, and now he was there. He had endured the cold and seen nothing but snow, with the exception of a distant silhouette sometimes appearing far away, and now he had in front of him a huge metallic gate which led into a mountain. He went back up on his feets, approached the gate and pushed it. The gate moved with a squeaky noise and he entered. Inside were old artifacts and trophies of the clan, stored on natural shelf formed by the stone walls. At the opposite of the entrance, about fifty meters away, was a statue of the most successful player of the clan, the mighty Lee Jae Dong. soO, impressed by the place he was in, slowly walked towards the statue. A man was sitting in front of it, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. As he came closer, the voice of the man, a deep, powerful voice, came to soO's ears. "Who are you, and why are you in a Temple only few are allowed to enter?" "I am Eo Yoon Su. I came here in hope to find strenght for what is my last chance to go down in history. I came here to summon the might of the old n.Die clan, of which I once was a member. I came here to make sure that my undisputed reign over the Starcraft scene will start soon, and will last until my last ennemies give up their thoughts of ever attaining my level of dominance. I am the Silver Surfer, and I shall become the Unending Zerg." "I see. You are not alone in your quest." The man went back on his legs and turned towards soO. The darkness of the room did not allow soO to see his face, but his strong voice made itself be heard once more. "I know quite a bit about second places, soO. I also know about failure and that horrific feeling of playing badly all year long without endless training doing anything to it. The only thing I can do to help you is to tell you to believe in yourself. You are incredibly gifted, you have an amount of skill few can match, and you slained my old enemy. You will succeed, although as it is written that SKT Zergs shall never know success, you will only succeed once before fading into oblivion." soO still couldn't see the man's face, although the stranger was just one meter away from a ray of light coming from the outside. "Who are you?" "I have been covered in glory and trophies ; I have been seen as the best of my kind, a gifted prodigy that all feared. Then I lost it all. I came here to find my old self. I didn't came here to start my unending reign, I came here to get my throne back." soO's breath stopped as the man advanced towards the ray of light. "I am the Tyrant." The man walked into the ray of light. soO could see his face now, a face that age, loss and anger had made even more impressive and dominant than in his prime. "I am Lee Jae Dong." My english is far from being rock solid so it's probably pretty bad, but I had fun doing it. Oh yeah I forgot, #IMadeThis nice! Thanks ! Also, are Power Ranks considered OC/worthy of the hashtagIMadeThis? yea if you wrote some stuff to explain your placements awesome, i am totally gonna do a PR then | ||
dangthatsright
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October 19 2014 21:19 GMT
#10920
On October 20 2014 06:17 Cricketer12 wrote: Show nested quote + On October 20 2014 06:01 Die4Ever wrote: On October 20 2014 05:58 OtherWorld wrote: On October 20 2014 05:56 Die4Ever wrote: On October 20 2014 05:34 OtherWorld wrote: Ok here's a fanfic about 2 players : + Show Spoiler + Old Brothers soO stopped, breathed, and sat on the ground. The whipping wind and his tired legs were inviting him to think. It had been ten days now since he stormed out of the SKT House after the publication of the monthly in-house rankings. He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear the fact that he didn't manage to grab the first spot in these rankings. He never managed to do it, to say the truth. And he had enough of that. He just left, without giving notice to his teammates or managers. But where would he go? The Global Finals were so close. No foreign teams had offered him a contract, thus forcing him to stay on SKT. He had spent his entire year practicing like a madman, only to never get proper recognition inside the SKT house and to make 4 GSLs Grand Finals in a row. Losing them all. Each time he lost one, he grew stronger. Yet he never grew strong enough to win one. Each time, he went into the games thinking that he was about to avenge the SKT Zergs, despised and mocked. He never did. Each time, he persuaded himself that losing meant being closer to win the next one. But it didn't happen. And now, who knew if there was going to be a next one? He had heard, back from the times when he was a rookie, tales of mystic mountains containing holy temples dedicated to old and long forgotten clans. He knew those clans perfectly well ; he started in one of them, n.Die. Since he had nowhere to go, why not to go and try to find the n.Die temple? If it really existed, maybe there he would find the strenght that he didn't find during all of those finals. He went on to a journey that led him, in a few days of lonely walk, to the place where he was supposed to find the mystic mountains, and now he was there. He had endured the cold and seen nothing but snow, with the exception of a distant silhouette sometimes appearing far away, and now he had in front of him a huge metallic gate which led into a mountain. He went back up on his feets, approached the gate and pushed it. The gate moved with a squeaky noise and he entered. Inside were old artifacts and trophies of the clan, stored on natural shelf formed by the stone walls. At the opposite of the entrance, about fifty meters away, was a statue of the most successful player of the clan, the mighty Lee Jae Dong. soO, impressed by the place he was in, slowly walked towards the statue. A man was sitting in front of it, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. As he came closer, the voice of the man, a deep, powerful voice, came to soO's ears. "Who are you, and why are you in a Temple only few are allowed to enter?" "I am Eo Yoon Su. I came here in hope to find strenght for what is my last chance to go down in history. I came here to summon the might of the old n.Die clan, of which I once was a member. I came here to make sure that my undisputed reign over the Starcraft scene will start soon, and will last until my last ennemies give up their thoughts of ever attaining my level of dominance. I am the Silver Surfer, and I shall become the Unending Zerg." "I see. You are not alone in your quest." The man went back on his legs and turned towards soO. The darkness of the room did not allow soO to see his face, but his strong voice made itself be heard once more. "I know quite a bit about second places, soO. I also know about failure and that horrific feeling of playing badly all year long without endless training doing anything to it. The only thing I can do to help you is to tell you to believe in yourself. You are incredibly gifted, you have an amount of skill few can match, and you slained my old enemy. You will succeed, although as it is written that SKT Zergs shall never know success, you will only succeed once before fading into oblivion." soO still couldn't see the man's face, although the stranger was just one meter away from a ray of light coming from the outside. "Who are you?" "I have been covered in glory and trophies ; I have been seen as the best of my kind, a gifted prodigy that all feared. Then I lost it all. I came here to find my old self. I didn't came here to start my unending reign, I came here to get my throne back." soO's breath stopped as the man advanced towards the ray of light. "I am the Tyrant." The man walked into the ray of light. soO could see his face now, a face that age, loss and anger had made even more impressive and dominant than in his prime. "I am Lee Jae Dong." My english is far from being rock solid so it's probably pretty bad, but I had fun doing it. Oh yeah I forgot, #IMadeThis nice! Thanks ! Also, are Power Ranks considered OC/worthy of the hashtagIMadeThis? yea if you wrote some stuff to explain your placements awesome, i am totally gonna do a PR then the Passion Ranks are real | ||
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