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Blizzcon Day 2
Sp1ralArch1tect, Oct 13 2008
Day two started off kinda bad as I woke up still slightly drunk, not to mention running on minimal amounts of sleep. But after a shower, NaDa>Jangbi and some coffee I felt much better. The next SC matches werent for quite some time so I went straight to the SC2 section to grind out a few more games.
I played Laced, SpiritoftheTuna and Chill today. All of the games were way fun and i got a chance to play some lady who i nuked like 4 times before she finally gave me a "" and left. My game with chill turned into a lesson on how strong 4 hatch lings into banelings is, especially against 3 gate zeals. Nonetheless I had a great time in the SC2 section today and got quite a few games in.
After the first session of games I went back to the Pro Gamer area to await the finals, NaDa vs Savior. It just so happened I came back in time to watch NaDa warming up against a computer, let me tell you even when hes comp stomping his hands are so fucking impressive. I cannot even fathom how he actually hits the keys at that speed, it was truly a humbling experience when I thought of how slow my hands are. After I watched him play I went and joined all the TL guys right in the front to watch the finals.
I felt like I was watching ShinHan Masters as both of the players sat in their booths, NaDa had his TL cheerful up and sported it proudly. Once again LosingID8 led us in our cheers for the players ,which were fucking great by the way, and the games began. Needless to say Savior defeated NaDa which was fucking awesome, though I would have been just as happy to see NaDa win too. Saviors interview was sweet especially the part in English, he looked really happy to me and I really think he meant what he said.
After that the only thing left to do was play SC2 all day long. I played in one of the community tournaments but I got knocked out right away and the line was so slow it wasn't worth standing in it again. I went to the SC2 area and spent four or five hours going back and forth through the lines. It is amazing how easy it is beat people in SC2 with a minimal amount of Brood War skill. Of course thats not to say Sc2 is easier, just nobody can cookie cut strategies.
After maybe 15-20 games the day was coming to an end which worked out well since I ran into Chill, Haji and the rest of the TL guys on my last leg. We made plans for dinner and I played my final game of SC2, a truely nice send off amongst the Blizz exec metal band and the cool symphony performance of Blizzard music.
We went to a nice Korean restraunt where we had to divy up our koreans so we could order and understand what we were getting. I got some really good soup with Kimchi in it, I have to admit I only ordered it because I know July loves the shit. AFter we ate it was time to drive back to San Diego to where we were sleeping, I said goodbye to everyone and made my way out to the car. All in all it was a great trip.
I will be writing a review of SC2 along with a few nice tidbits I picked up around Blizzcon, until then peace out yo.
So we arrived in anaheim around 9 am after getting up at 7 and driving from San Diego, yeah it was shitty. We met up with our respective ticket holders and headed to the end of the line. This is not a understatement when I say that the line must have been like 2 miles long. A shitty start to the day, but nonetheless we stood in the sun waiting to enter BLizzcon.
Before we got in line I met up with LosingID8 and Day[9], LosingID needed to put some stuff in my car and I was happy to oblige. We headed back to the convention center to get in the massive line to Blizzcon. After standing there for about an hour we finally got in (we were at the end of the line) and headed straight for the StarCraft 2 gameplay section.
I will work on a specific blog about gameplay but let me tell you this, all you haters are crazy StarCraft 2 is a fucking awesome game. After we played a couple rounds of SC2 we went outside to smoke a ciggarette where I ran into Dustin Browder and Samwise Didier, I yelled "DUSTIN SAY NO TO MBS" but in a joking way. He came over and talked to me for a minute about what I thought of the game, I honestly told him that I didnt care about MBS at this point, the game has problems but MBS isnt a major one.
After that we went inside to watch the first StarCraft matches of Blizzcon, there was a small bank of computers next to the RTS stage where all the pro gamers were playing. I found a bunch of the TL guys there, Plexa, SemiOldguy, LosingID8, Tasteless, Rekrul, Elky and Chill all came to watch the progamers. We all stood behind them for as long as they played pretty much, I watch Idra 2-0 Yellow from Yellows FPview. Depressing.
After the StarCraft matches ended we headed back to the StarCraft 2 area. On the way we ran into a couple of people you might know. Jarret Cale and Geoff Lepaire a.k.a. Jeremy and Kyle from Pure Pwnage were sitting at the RTS stage to watch StarCraft, we totally acted like little fan girls telling them how much we loved their show and Jeremy LIKED MY SHIRT! WOOT!
We played SC2 for about 4-5 hours straight, only taking breaks for nicotine and food. The lines were really short compared to Diablo 3 and WoW, most of the people attending Blizzcon are WoW nerds and they don't like StarCraft. I went back over to the Pro Gamer area to watch some of them play, I watched Cloud play Savior, Yellow vs NaDa, and Idra vs Xellos. Unfortunately Idra lost to Xellos after going 2-0 against Yellow, but he played a pretty good game.
Finally there was more SC on the big screen, Savior was taking on Jangbi. We were a little late so we got there at the beginning of the second game, Savior was up 1-0. He rushed with some zerglings and managed to get them by, but only2. It seems he didnt need any more than that though as he stalled Jangbis eco so bad that the game practically over, after a couple failed nat breaks he finally ended the game. MA JAE YOON IS IN THE FINALS!
We went back to the SC2 section and played for a couple more hours and waited in line for 45 minutes to check out Diablo 3. D3 was kinda disappointing as I am not really a big fan of the whole one handed gaming thing, but the graphics look very nice. After that we decided to leave a bit early to go back to the hotel and shower before the TL dinner.
After LosingID8, myself and Laced were ready to head out to dinner we called SemiOldGuy and got the directions. It wasnt too hard to find since we just had to head south on I-5 for a little bit. The TL Dinner was a blast, I sat with LosingID8, SOG, and Plexa, me and SOG split a couple pitchers and the night went on. The food was good and the beer even better, we all sat and talked about how shitty FBH is or Nal_Ras gosu left right look. Overall it was a fun night, but it was far from over.
Afterward we went over to Plexas hotel to watch MSL, I won 10 bucks off his ass on Bisu>backho, but immediately lost it when I took SOG for 5 against FBH and Plexa for 10 against FBH. Overall I only came out 5 bucks short for the day, not bad. I drank quite a few Vodka and Cranberrys to top my beer off, by the time we left I was drunk as shit. The hotel was a short distance away and I slept like a damn baby.
Im not really sure how well loved hip hop is at TL but I couldnt really care less since I fucking love it. Today I intend to introduce all ye peasants to some high quality music straight from my catalog. This time I have chosen a wonderful Seattle based duo...
Blue Scholars
Sporting the classic hip hop lineup of one MC and one DJ and some hella dope beats a la Bay Area. There is a reason the hip hop duo is known for great quality music, it fucking ownz! This is no exception to the rule as the Blue Scholars tear down some walls and throw up some funky shit.
MCGeologic This dude is cut straight from some old school cloth, he really likes to thrown it down lyrically rather than in his content. Reminiscent of De La Soul and Hieroglyphics style he rips on common subjects (love, life, parties and so on) but makes them personal through his talent. I like his lyrics and the way he portrays them but he could use a bit more substance to them, otherwise a fine MC.
DJ Sabzi This guy really surprised me as he is responsible for all the music on the record and each track on both respective albums I have is just great. On their newest outing "Bayani 2007" he totally shifts gears from their self titled album, taking it closer to the Bay Area style I mention before. I would like to say these two have matching styles but I get the feeling that Sabzi just adapts to whatever is around him. A great DJ when Hip Hop DJs are far and few between in this genre.
Blue Scholars Self Titled The first album I got from these guys was a real grabber for me, I instantly fell in love with it and let it spin in my car for months. Tracks like "Sagaba" and "Burnt Offering" were more artistic than most things I have been listening too in the past few years, and I loved it. This album was nothing compared to their next one but still is a great display of their varying styles. Definitely pick this one up if your feelin this next album...
Blue Scholars Bayani 2007 Holy fucking shit! This is in my top 3 albums for 2007 and with good reason, the intro leads slowly into the first track and from then on your hooked. "Second Chapter" "Loyalty" "50 Thousand Deep" and "Joe Metro" are just a few of the bumping tracks off this album. Like I said before their style moves much closer to a relaxed Bay Area feel and it is definitely a good fit for them. If your lookin to check these guys out grab this one first.
Overall: Blue Scholars are nothing to obsess over honestly, I love them alot and they are great Hip Hop for our time, but they are intermediate when it comes to the big picture. Of course this does not make their music any less enjoyable or beautiful so don't take that to mean they aren't worth your time cause they definitely are. On the second album Geologic picks up his substance in lyrics with songs like "Bring Em Back Home" but it doesn't make up for the startling lack of real content on their self title album, though it is still artistic. I would definitely recommend checking these guys out.
Similar Artists De La Soul Del Tha Funkee Homosapie and Hieroglyphics GangStarr
Ok so I am trying to DL some stuff from Rapidshare which is from multiple links (obviously). THis is no biggie but unfortunately I have no idea how to set them all in a que to DL at once, if anyone knows how to do this could they plz help me?
Also I seem to be limited to 150 Kbps or so when DLing from anywhere (RS, Torrents or w/e). I have DSL through a company called Qwest, my modem is like fucking 5 years old does that make a difference? I am kinda lost when it comes to this shit too can someone help me?
Music and Anime. But I am not gonna lie usually anime has alright music but nothing I would download. But there are two series which are completely different for me, and in particular one. Samurai Champloo, I recently downloaded the OST for SC which includes songs from Japanese artists like Nujabes, Tsutchie, Fat Jon and MINMI. I am so entranced by this music that it is all I listen to when I am working or playing BW now, I just thought I would share a few of my favorite songs with you.
Nujabes - Mystline
Nujabes - Silver Morning
Tsutchie - Pretending To
Force of Nature (Tsutchie, Fat Jon and Nujabes) - Hiji Suru Style (Sorry for offensive title but it was the best AMV that I could find)
Force of Nature - Sanctuary Ship
Even if you do not enjoy anime this music is truly beautiful and makes me feel like things are very clear when I am doing homework or writing. I think it is kind of like Beethoven and Mozart are proven to stimulate your brain, but in this case it is a much more case by case kind of thing. To some Black Metal would produce this effect but to me this form of hip hop is just absoloutely beautiful.
The other anime series that has decent music is Cowboy Bebop but I am in the process of rewatching it and still don't have to OST so maybe I will make a post about my favorite bebop songs when I am done (again lol.) For now why don't you guys share some of your fave anime songs, any kind of music would do. Preferably post them as AMVs but if you can't whatever.
Led Zeppelin, Rage Against the Machine, Black Sabbath, Pantera... All staples of my music collection as a teenager, though I had The Chronic by Dr. Dre I was clearly something of a hippy/pothead and I listened to the music to back that assumption. For years I balked at the thought of listening to hip hop as a serious type of music, some of it was funny to listen to and nice for parties but to me the talent and effort that rock required wasn't there in rap/hip hop. Well everyones gotta grow up sometime...
This past week I discovered that one of my idols would be in my town performing my favorite album of his, in its entirety. Too much to ask for I thought except for one minor problem, I wasn't 21. SON OF A BITCH! Another show I couldn't attend because I was just shy of the big 2 1 when I could finally drink without reserve, let the flood gates go and the city can reap the sown. A heavy drinker since the young age of 13 I certainly can hold my own in the ring but for the love of god it sure ruins your night when the cops arrive and your friends keep their seats as you drop 5 feet headfirst out a small ass window. This time though the solution was much more simple than any of that.
August 25th
That just so happens to be Sean Connerys Birth Day, the first James Bond not to mention the best by far. The man is a true legend amongst a sea of retarded, half witted actors pretending to do their jobs while they count their millions. Sean Connery can infiltrate Alcatraz, defeat Al Capone, and FUCKING PLAY THE GOD DAMN BAG PIPES! WHAT THE FUCK! How does all of this pertain to my story you ask? Well my birthday just so happens to be the exact same day as the original Bond, James Bond and though I cannot kill mob bosses with a shotgun hidden in my bag pipes while wearing a kilt I am 21. One can clearly see the distinct commonalities here.
With that taken care of I merely needed to beg some money out of my mom for a ticket and some alcohol, not an easy task but definitely one I had taken on before. As I came home on Thursday night and my mom was relaxing on the couch I weighed the various outcomes of a monetary venture against her defenses at this hour. Though it was late she seemed happy with her ice cream and television alight, as always though she was volatile, willing to explode at any time if given a good enough reason. I carefully approached her being careful to make my footsteps silent and my voice as soothing as possible I asked the question.
"Hey mom!" Best to keep a smile on the face, never let her see the fear in your soul.
"Hi dear how was your day?" Things seemed decent so far.
"Fine, you know just hung out with some friends and stuff. How was yours?" I knew the answer but asked the question out of pure will to survive rather than interest.
"Long and tiring, I had school today as well." This where things seemed to go a bit downhill...
"Oh really? I am sorry you gonna go to bed soon?" The clock was really ticking now, waiting any longer could put my manhood in jeopardy, anything goes when your up against the one. Her eyes were devoid of emotion, dark as the night yet light as the day, I can honestly say I was scared and wished myself in bed pennyless for the rest of my life rather than weathering the tempest that is my mother. But it was too late to turn back, if one foot is in why not see how it is with both?
"Yeah probably, I want to finish watching my show and then I think I will go read for a bit before bed." Confusion sets in as I wonder whether she is directing me to leave the room so her program can end, or merely making small talk with her beloved son.
"Ok. Well I was wondering if I could have 40 dollars to go to a show tomorrow night?" I realized my mistake right away and though I tried my best to correct it, I knew that she wouldn't give me an inch in such a situation.
"Do you think I am made of MONEY?" My flesh began to crawl, its not the goosebumps feeling you know, its more like a demon has been summoned from hell and she has everyone of your organs in her hands, gently caressing them until she needs them no more. "I gave you 20 dollars just the other day and what did you do with that? Did you spend it at SCHOOL?" Weed. "WHAT ABOUT THAT 30 DOLLARS LAST FRIDAY?" Weed. "AND THAT 25 I GAVE YOU LAST WEEK?" Weed. Like a cornered animal I shat myself, actually I don't know if cornered animals actually do that but I sure did.
"I.. I.. I spe.." My mouth began to dribble sound, something was happening I had no control over and I couldn't tell if this was going for better or the worse. "I spent it on a birthday present for Aunt Anne." Total system failure... I completely let go of all consciousness and let that deep dark corner of my brain take control. Its that place deep inside of you that thinks up excuses when cops pull you over, the one that would punch a girl while you held your eyes shut. Yes I let Bizzaro Me take over for a minute, and it spit out the ultimate excuse.
"Really? That is so nice, well I guess if you work for me tomorrow and on Saturday I will loan you that money. But you had better not drive home drunk, in fact do you need some extra for a cab?"
"Sure, maybe like 5 more?" Low ball it, I tried so hard to keep my cool here and luckily I was still a bit Bizzaro and my mind reacted naturally to the offer of money.
"No taxis are much more than that aren't they? Where are you coming back from?"
"Downtown, I am not sure how much they cost."
"Well just take 20 and bring me the change." The decks were no longer awash with fear, my senses returned and the feeling in my limbs began to return. On a pure fluke I had survived, instinct had taken the wheel and on chance driven directly to the light at the end of the tunnel. In fact things had turned out better than I had even planned, lady luck lay near me that night and guided me to the final stage before the concert.
Harley looked up into the sun as if wondering when it would give up its eternal stare. The heat really got to him on days like this, when the stress was high and the stakes higher. Sitting in front of the school he watched his peers lazily pass by, slowly walking to their first classes dreading the teachers call. Each one had a story and Harley liked to guess what each one was, but not today. Today Harley Quinton had much bigger things to worry about...
"...this is the last time I let you do this!", Harleys mother awoke him with a start. Immediately assuming a defensive position to fend off her blows he peered from his shell to find his Mother no where to be seen, but everywhere to be heard."This time you have gone too far Harley! You put our son in danger and you put me in danger too!"
Clearly she was talking to Harleys dad Harley Sr., but what could be the subject of such heated conversation. Harleys dad was a hard working man with little tendency towards the dangerous side, working construction since he was 19 Harley Sr. valued the fact that he worked for every penny in his pocket. So the possibilities of what they could be arguing about were anything but obvious to Harley, especially since somehow their arguement put him in danger.
Harley proceeded to do what he did anytime his parents would yell, or worry over financial matters miles above his head. As he cracked the plastic shell to his favorite album and carefully took out the precious contents inside, he already felt the relief that they would provide. His only solace was in his music Hip Hop to be exact, since his cousin had introduced him to the genre with GrandMaster Flash in the mid 80s the fire had burned inside him.
The beauty of the far side filled his ears and swept away the tension that he felt between his mother and father, leaving only the calm feeling that went along with Hip Hop. Something was different about the way he felt when he had hip hop blasting in his ear, his movements, his thoughts all became sharper and more vivid to him. The only time he really felt alive was when he was the most alone, no discernable contact with the world but feeling more connected to it than ever.
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After Harley inhaled a quick breakfast he took off right for the bus to avoid any further occurence of that feeling his parents fighting gave him. At the stop the same group of guys hung out smoking ciggarettes, he saw them everyday and respected them if for nothing else for their respect for him. The "bullies" if you could call them that were well known for stealing and extorting from their peers, but for some reason they left Harley to his own devices. What could be construed as a compliment felt like an insult to Harley, was he not even worth their time?
The leather felt familiar as Harley settled into his residence on the bus, in his senior year he was somewhat set in his ways when it came to a few things. Riding the bus was one of those particular events, he always took the back left corner seat which was furthest from not only the bus driver but from everyone. Nobody knew Harley really since he kept to himself in that corner, but they knew where Harley came from and for most of the kids that was enough...
"Whos the loner at the back of the bus?", a voice from the middle section cut the air clear as a bell. Harley heard him loud and clear, but kept his eyes shut and simply covered his ears.
"Hey man keep it down!", a hurried whisper. "That is Harley Quinton, nobody really knows him since he is really quite and he is from the south side Tracks, thats a tough neighborhood." That same spiel had been repeated hundreds of times to Harleys face and behind his back, nothing he was not used to.
Harley peered down the aisle not hearing what the second student had said, but he knew what had been spoken. The first kid looked back at him with a menacing glare, clearly unimpressed by his SST status which intimidated all the other kids. Harley returned to his eyelids and a beat to relax his head, feeling much better he began to enjoy the view out the window. All the while keeping a half cocked eye on the kid in the middle section, and then to Harleys amazement he made his way back to his corner.
"Who do you think you are?", a plain question.
"What?", Harley was somewhat bewildered by the question. He thought while the time he bought with the "What?" expired.
"I said Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
"Uh.. nobody man dont worry about me." Trying to avoid trouble Harley simply played it passively hoping to resolve this with his teeth. "I really dont want a problem bro, lets just let this go."
"Fuck you." Without warning the kid cocked back with a lighter in his hand and popped Harley right in the mouth. Blood shot out of the small open corner of Harleys mouth like a water out of a fire hose drenching the window next to him. His attacker pulled back to put another one sqaure across and finish the job only to find his arm held back by the guys who smoked at the bus stop.
"Wrong place. Wrong Person." With that the oldest of the Smokers let go of the assailants arm and walked back to his seat. An order had been issued and even the rebelious offender could feel it, this was not a time to fool around. He went right back to his seat without word or so much as a sound, thoroughly convinced that he was not done with the odd kid in the corner.
Harley spit one of his teeth out, along with another impressive amount of blood which made the window even worse. Picking up the tooth he moved over to the next aisle so he would not be questioned about the blood, the bus driver was a sadistic old man who did not care what happened in the bus as long as he got his paycheck on every Friday. Harley knew he should be angry or at least afraid of his attacker, but strangley he felt more relieved than he ever had amongst his peers. Finally someone found him worth the time of day, even if it was only to prove their dominance.
------- Bus 115 arrived before any other which also meant its pick up time was earlier than most, this just so happened to be the bus that Harley Quinton rode. With a full thirty minutes before school actually began he had quite a bit of time to laze about and ponder his thoughts. Today he simply sat on the grass spitting out blood and wondering what could his parents possibly be arguing about. An uneasy feeling spread all through his body and Harley felt like he could just lay on the grass for the rest of his life and nothing would matter.
Harley cracked into his backpack to get his headphones out, he put in his favorite De La Soul album. He pushed play expecting some serious funk to hit but found that during the fight his assailant had completely demolished his CD player. Just one more strike against him today, the most hurtful by far since the last thing he wanted was to go without his beautiful retreat. Harley was so consumed in himself that he probably did not notice the kid from the bus walk by, all the while intensley burning a hole in Harley with his gaze.
The bell rang but hardly registered to most of the students, but somehow most of them managed to file into thier seats to begin the day. The teachers scolded those who were late on their work in ritual fashion, just one thing to get out of the way before 4:00 when they could leave. The large majority of the budding intellects (including Harley) were from inner city "projects" so these rituals proved to consume quite a bit of time when at least half the class was failing. Harley landed in the middle as always, with always average grades he always passed but never to impress.
"Welcome today ladies and gentleman, how are we today?" Harleys first class was History with Mr. Wall which he actually enjoyed, more for the teacher than the content. Mr Wall was a really flamboyant guy, it seemed that he got weirder and weirder as every day passed. Maybe compared to a mid-west school teacher Mr. Wall would not be as odd, but when his peers were mostly apathetic and hardly motivated such an energetic guy seemed like a breath of fresh air. So Harley, the quite and reserved individual, would always reply loudly to his morning query.
"Fucking Great!" Harley added the expletive merely to get a rise out of his classmates, but he knew it would not be that effective with Mr. Wall.
"Great effort, bad use of language Mr. Quinton. Now lets move on." Like a slap in the face Mr. Wall threw it back at Harley, but he had expecte this. He knew only a few of his mates would laugh since it was him, but what he really wanted was to test him. The year was young and knowing ones teachers was rather important to survive in this school.
"Today we will talk about Honor my children, please turn your text books to page 1." The rustling of paper nearly drowned out the little girls question, but Mr. Wall (and everyone for that matter) knew it was coming.
"Um.." hesistant at first, "Excuse me Mr. Wall but um, what does Honor have to do with History?" Lucy was a small girl who was actually advanced a grade or two somewhere along the line, nobody knew if it was possible she was more uknown than Harley. She was also known for being rather inquisitive on everything that Mr. Wall said, and on a day like today with a topic like this the question did not even need to be heard.
"My dear do you really think that Honor has nothing to do with history?" as usual Mr. Wall adressed her very politely. "You see history is really the creation of the present my men who live in it. So when you read in your text books about great periods in time why do you think that they were so well known?"
"Um..." somewhat puzzled Lucy bit her fingernails to buy her some time infront of Mr. Wall."I think that it was because of the people who lived in that time?"
"That is partially correct, but what you are forgetting my little flower is that qualities of those men made them great." Lucy was still confused and Mr. Wall could tell without asking. "Lets use an example Lucy, pick one of the people in the class for me. Do not worry about any restrictions just pick one person and point them out to me."
Immediately Lucys nimble fingers rose up to point into the face of a boy sitting in the back left corner of the class quietly reading. He did not even notice her digit highlighting him to the rest of the class and the Teacher. Off in his own world thinking of something happening in a far off place, with not a care in the school. But when Mr. Walls kind yet booming voice reaches his ears with his name he immediately stood.
"Mr. Quiton! Come on down son its time to take a spin!" Slightly confused and even more bewildered Harley stood and made his way to the front of the class where Mr. Walls impenetrable grasp awaited his shoulder. "Hurry Hurry Mr Quinton this is not an all day class and we have much to discuss!"
Practically under the control of Mr. Wall when under his strong grasp Harley had little choice but to stand at attention and await his fate. The students eyes seemed to bore holes in the far corner of the room leaving Harley alone to bare his cross. Like usual they chose to ignore him so they could avoid the embarassment he could be about to face, Mr. Wall was known for using students as examples though he had never called on Harley before. So standing there like that he felt as if his time had finally come, he would have to face the music at last.
"Now Lucy I have a rather simple question for you which I would like you to answer for me in complete truth ok?" Mr. Wall began lightly but Harley assumed things would get worse as the discussion went on.
"Ok I will do my best Mr. Wall." Lucys head hung with a bit of red showing on her cheeks, obviously embarassed for both Harleys situation and herself incase she answered wrong. But there was no backing out now she had sert this in motion and Mr. Wall was going to continue it.
"Lucy I am going to assume you know who Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is. I would like for you to tell me the difference between Mr. Quinton and Mr. King, but I want you to limit your answer to their physical and mental limits." Harley was even more scared now, being compared to such a great man could only mean great tear down when this was over. "But remember do not judge them on their acheivements, just pretend that both of them are newborn babies lying in front of you and tell me is one better than the other?"
"Um... Let me think for a moment."Lucy really looked confused now, she hardly understood where Mr. Wall was going with this line of questioning and much less realized where it was going to end. "Well Dr. King was a much bigger man physically, and I guess he was smarter too since he was a doctor. Other than that I do not really know."
"Good attempt Lucy but unfortunately you and most likely your peers have missed the point of this excercise. You see the major difference between these two human beings is not so obvious to most of us, its actually quite hard to notice." Lucy and Harley both looked up at Mr. Wall in confusion, the rest of the class sat slumped in their seats and stared into the same corner. "Dr. King is only bigger because he was older in the images you see, and he was only smarter because he has been to the schools Mr. Quinton has the same opportunity to attend.So give it one more go and then I will let you out of the dog house on this one little child."
"Ok... Well I guess that uh... hmmm maybe Dr. King was... I am sorry Mr. Wall I don't know!" Lucys head hung even further and the redness spread as she teeterd on the edge of tears. Now truly broken down in her own eyes she felt that the rest of her classmates surely must be staring right at her, when in reality they continued their blank stare into the corner.
"That is just fine Lucy don't worry, some of the most brilliant men on Earth would overlook the answer." Lucy raised her head just enough so her eyes could become level with Mr. Walls, peering into his gaze she felt nothing but love for some reason. "Do you want to know the answer my child?" She nodded her head fervently, trying to make up for her previous smudge on the board.
"The answer is nothing." Mr. Wall finally took his tremendous stare away from the little girl and swept around the class, without a sound every student looked up into his eyes. "Mr. Quinton has everything that Dr. King had when he was born, in fact Mr. Quinton has more. What will make the difference in their lives is how they lived or live them, if Mr. Quinton has enough Honor and dedication he can easily become a greater man that Dr. King. All he has to do is try, you may now return to your seat Mr. Quinton thank you."
Harley nearly collapsed in his seat, he felt as if hundreds of people were sitting on his chest and it made it hard to breath. As the discussion continued one sidedly in class he just put his head down and tried to collect his scattered thoughts from their various locations. Why had he been chosen? Why would Mr. Wall compare him to Dr. King and then instead of tearin him down build him up? Nobody had ever tried to that for Harley before and as his eyelids grew heavier so did his thoughts about Mr. Wall....
-End Part 1-
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Yo thanks for reading this far if you did, I know its kinda a wall of text. Any feedback would be nice as I plan to continue to write this in a episodal fashion and would love to shape it with your opinions in mind. Thanks :D
" and left. My game with chill turned into a lesson on how strong 4 hatch lings into banelings is, especially against 3 gate zeals. Nonetheless I had a great time in the SC2 section today and got quite a few games in.
