Hi everyone! After the incredible success of my first fanfic contest, I've decided to hold a second contest. Once more, you have a chance to show just how passionate you are about pro StarCraft II by writing a creative and/or depraved work of fan fiction.
Last time, I asked you guys to tell me what happened to ByuN during his mysterious disappearance. This time around, I've gone with a more seasonal theme.
The prompt for this contest is: A StarCraft II Christmas
Here are the details for the contest:
Where to submit/deadline: Post entries as a reply to this thread. Entries must be submitted by December 11th, TeamLiquid time. Participants are limited to a single entry.
Length/format: There is no word limit for this contest. Just keep in mind that if your fanfic is too long, no one will read it. The use of images is prohibited. Explicit sexual content is prohibited. Tasteful erotica is permitted, but no straight-up smut.
No actual lore: I don't care about actual in-game StarCraft lore. You can use elements of lore in your story, but the main focus should be progaming/esports related.
Judging: Judged by solely by myself (Wax). Check out the first fanfic contest to get a feel for how I judged the submissions.
Sponsored by: Nobody.
ALL THE ABOVE ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE FOR NO REASON
Alright, I think that's all you need to know. Good luck and have fun!
The year is 2020. Byun Hyun Whoo sits alone in a spartan apartment, sipping soju and petting his dog. The Overwatch Apex League is blaring from the TV and yet Byun's mind wanders. His eyelids droop with weariness and drink as he mumbles to himself "They used to call me a God". Byun barely notices as the post game analysis wraps and fades to a commercial break, he raises his bottle and eyes the remaining drink. With only two shots left he decides to forgo the dignity of pouring it into a glass and raises the bottle to his lips, he starts to drain the dregs when he hears something that pierces his consciousness more sharply than the entirety of the previous broadcast.
A cascade of familiar sounds pour forth from the TV, the contented sigh of marines injecting poisonous performance enhancing chemicals, the painful splash of banelings crashing into bio, and ByuN looks up at the screen. A blurry sequence of some of the best StarCraft II highlights is playing across the screen, and suddenly everything goes silent, and the screen fades to black. Then the robotic voice of the immortal states "I have returned to serve" as a new graphic comes to rest on the black screen.
ByuN sets his unfinished drink on the table, pulls himself off the couch he's been sleeping on for a week and settles down in bed with his puppy. Drinking water as he falls asleep he murmurs "We've got work to do" ___________________________________________________________________________
Zest steps off runway after showing off some new designer jacket he couldn't care less about. Unlike other pros he never left the bright lights and cameras behind, and yet this career lacked the competitive fulfillment progaming gave him. He'd missed a step today in the fashion show and he knew why. The announcement of the OSL had consumed him, a second chance for glory that was earned and not given. He placed a brief call to his agent to tell him he was taking some time to "rest". Then Zest boarded a subway with only one thought on his mind, a trophy.
Across the nation former progamers and other talented players begin preparing. StarCraft II was back, and the titans were preparing, perhaps for a final time, to once more don their mice and keyboard and step into the arena. New details had been unveiled about the league as well. The first group stages would take place online, while the second group stage and bracket would take place in the OGN studio.
Names old and new filtered through the qualifiers but the titans came out intact: names like MMA, Zest, Taeja, Dark and Parting. Players that had hung up their mouse and keyboard in Wings of Liberty also returned, and a few foreigners of old managed to squeak through the brutal qualification process.
The first group stage went without surprises. Everyone that made it through had previously played the game at a professional level. The date of the second group stage came and everyone was shocked to find ByuN and Zest in the same group.
The two players entered the studio. For Zest it was a welcome return: the lights, the crowds, the camera the screaming fans. He was finally home. For ByuN the experience was different he was nervous, shaking, his gameplay had never been better but the preceding years had taken a toll on his self confidence. His hands were shaking as he stepped into the booth. His first opponent was Ryung who ByuN breezed through despite a few mistakes due to nerves. The real test would be the winners match where he would have to play the winner of Zest vs herO. ByuN watched the PvP with anticipation as he realized Zest was in prime form and would likely be his opponent in the winners round.
Zest defeated herO 2-0 without ever dropping a hint of weakness. ByuN stepped into the booth hands shaking, he knew he was better than Zest, but could he show the fans? A clever all in won ByuN game one, but ByuN fell to the brutal warp prism harassment in game two. The final game came and Zest knew he'd broken ByuN. A proxy DT rush brought the former champion to his knees allowing Zest to sail into the group stages off the back of a free win. ByuN shaken but alive mentally prepared for his decider match where he managed to squeak a narrow win in the rematch against Ryung. ByuN prepared to regroup as the bracket began.
The Ro8 had the names the fan and community expected, plus an old Zerg that many expected to fall out in the round of eight to Taeja. Zest demolished SoS proving his PvP was still God like and ByuN took a close game over DongRaeGu. ByuN was set to play Stats in the semifinals while Zest would move on to play an irrelevant Zerg from Wings of Liberty.
ByuN knew TvP was his matchup, if he could master it he would be the OSL champion. The finals and semis would all be played on Christmas day and ByuN had a week to prepare, and prepare he did. Working harder than he had in his entire life the former GSL champion grinded out 14 hours of custom TvP games a day becoming master of his craft.
Christmas day arrives and ByuN wakes up fresh, going to the finals in the Seoul Olympics Gymnasium. His TvP against Stats is almost too easy. ByuN dismantles his opponent with carefully calculated drops and all ins, reaching the grand finals without dropping a map to his inferior Protoss opponent.
ByuN exits the stage and gives a reserved interview, saying he's ready for Zest. Then he goes to the player room to decompress and think about his upcoming match. ByuN doesn't bother watching or listening to the matches he knows his opponent, he is ready.
Then something strange happens. The commentators are going wild, and ByuN hears something he did not expect. "Annnnnnd now please welcome to the stage your second OSL finalist SNIPER!"
Shocked ByuN pulls himself together as he prepares for a completely unexpected grand finals. He has calmed his nerves though, he's a higher caliber of player then Sniper and he feels ready as he walks onto the stage to claim his second trophy.
ByuN opens the series strong. A proxy three rax reaper destroys Sniper's paltry defense. Game two follows the same way with a 1-1-1. Feeling the trophy in his hands ByuN busts out his trademarked two medivac stim push and overruns Sniper. Feeling an easy victory in his grasp ByuN intends to close the series out the same way he started it, with a three rax reaper rush, but Sniper has made adjustments and gets enough roaches out to block the attack and kill his opponent.
Unshaken ByuN trys for a greedy fast three Command Center play and is quickly shut down by a flood of lings, roaches and ravagers off of three hatcheries from Sniper. ByuN is nervous now and proxies a 1-1-1, but again Sniper has made the necessary adjustments and manages to bring the series to the final game.
ByuN has only one move left, to play a flawless macro game, and so he opens conservatively allowing himself to drop heavily. Yet each drop is deflected by queens and spores. Each push onto creep deflected by upgraded lings and queens. As Hive Tech looms ByuN is on four bases and has yet to deal any economic damage to his opponent.
ByuN forces out a maxed mech army and attacks just as the Greater Spire finishes. The army isn't perfect but its still terrifying as it steps onto creep and begins putting hurt onto the ling heavy army of Sniper. ByuN is inching forward, looking for the kill when something happens.
"MONEY FUNGALS!" the commentators scream. ByuN's army is locked down and the first Broodlords are raining their biological payloads upon the vulnerable mech army. Zerglings swarm in and surround everything the expensive army of ByuN is being quickly cleaned up.
He retreats with what he can, but the losses are great and devastating and Sniper is inching forward with his creep spread. ByuN frantically macros to 180 supply and prepares to make a final hold at his planetary fortress. The engagement is a slow one, Sniper uses gaps in the map to angle his Broolords in an unattainable position. Vikings are cleaned up by fungals and queens. it becomes clear ByuN cannot win as lings ovver run his production. He does the only thing he can do and types "GG" sinking his head in shame as Sniper steps onto the stage victorious.
The interviewer congratulates Sniper and asks if he has anything he'd like to say to his fans. Sniper looks dead into the camera and says "Merry Christmas!"
GG! screamed the commentators at the top of their lungs as sOO clinched the victory for SKT by all killing team Samsung Galaxy in the Semi Finals of the Christmas Team league by fending off a 20 min 2 base all in by a mercenary signing ZooTop. sOO stepped out of the booth and celebrated the win with his team. After the victory oov took the team out to dinner celebrate. Mid way through the feast Zoun asked who they would be facing in the finals? This question lead to a silence that made it seem that no one knew who they would be facing in the finals. Suddenly Dream said we will be facing a team Called Team Evil. Zoun couldnt help but Gasp after hearing the name of the team. Innovation said yeah they are good the only player anyone has seen come out was Shine who at everyone's surprised has been winning with just hydras every single game no one knows who else is on the team. sOO cut in saying No matter who is on that team that SKT will be victorious and claim the title of Christmas Champions.
3 days before the Finals which happens to fall on Christmas day coach Oov informs his players that there is a twist in the best of 7 who ever is the up and coming player chooses which version of starcraft is played but before the match is completed all versions of starcraft from broodwar to legacy of the void !. the whole SKT team was confident that it didnt matter which version of starcraft is played he would carry his team to victory. 2 nights before the finals sOO awoke screaming and all of SKT rushed to his room asking what was wrong and all sOO could say about his nightmare was he saw red eyes and heard you shall not be victorious. During the day even weirder events were occurring every game they would play on ladder was either a cannon rush or 6 pool. Everytime they would lose their screen would start to break up and turn to static just enough to see a shadowy figure before the game goes back to normal.
Nothing happened the day before Christmas tis a day of rest for everyone including evil
when the teams walked out on stage only Shine appeared to greet SKT and one else from Team Evil. Due to Team Evil not dropping a single map on its way to the final. Skt started out with Zoun against Shine and shine knew he would have an advantage in one area so shine said BroodWar would be the first version of starcraft that they would play. Zoun like everyone else crumbled under the endless onslaught of hydras from Shine 1-0 Team Evil over SKT Skt knew this and sent out Innovation who choosed Heart of the Swarm and after surviving a bangling all in from a proxy hatch in Innovation 3rd his endless parade push of 2013 proved to work and beat shine. Astonished at the feat the crowd cheers. 1-1 sunddenly the stadium goes dark and an Evil laughter is heard and the lights come on to reveal that the next player is Hyvaa and he chosed to stay at Heart of the Swarm and everyone was shocked cause Heart of the Swarm was Innovation's strongest version. The game began and Hyvaa was already up to evil with sending three drones to prevent innovation from blocking his ramp allowing hyvaa's 6 pool to work but with micro like a machine innovation holds with no losses but hyvaa never gives up after a failed 6 pool and followed it up with a 200/200 bangling all in and not even machine like micro can stop that at the 4 min mark. 2-1 Team evil in a pich SKT sends out Classic who can also dish out some chedda when nessacary and indeed classic does dish out some cheese against Hyvaa in Heart of the Swarm again. Hyvaa was surprised to get cheesed as he tried to do another 200/200 bangling all in and lost to a wall of cannons Skt tied it up at 2-2
With a sound of a cannon going off and through a wall came the cannon master himself Has. Strange enough he chooses Legacy of the Void to go against Classic on. After a duel of who could produce more cannons into tempest into mass Oracals Has prove to be the master of da Chedda of protoss over Classic who compared to Team Evil 3-2 Skt in a panic to not lose to Has and not thinking of the magnitude of the situation decided to pick sOO not because they trusted sOO to com in the clutch to win but because he was a zerg and knowing they still had WoL to play home of BroodLord/Infestor and indeed after breaking out of the Great Wall of cannons Has put up sOO teched to the unbeatable composition and won. Tied 3 - 3 who was the last player for Team evil? everyone wondered with much pondering an evil black fog filled the isle and the lights began to flicker and eventually turn off and in a menacing voice saying THANK YOU FOR PLAYING RIGHT IN TO MY HANDS and a light turns on to reveal Sniper is the master mind behind team evil and its final player. Sniper picks Wings of Liberty as the version of starcraft. the game began like every Z v Z a ling bling knife fight into the build up to BroodLord/infestor to the showdown were hot BroodLord on BroodLord action happens and it did for 2 hours of just broodlings fighting each other. but sOO was carless during the broodling vs broodling stalemate sniper snuck a ultralisk and burrowed at sOO last expansion and sOO could not send enough forces to deal with the ultralisk wihtout being overwhelmed sOO knew it was only a matter of time before Sniper would win and with the win Christmas would be ruined to everyone and SKT will be cursed along with him to forever finish second But before the tide of the battle shifted a bliding light fills the stadium and a voice only sOO can hear and the voice said Fear not person who dropped me to Code B but i forgave thee with a victory of WCS Europe and hear i shall repay the favor of banishing me to that realm by slaying the Dark Lord of BL/Infestor thrus ending this vile plague that has befell upon Starcraft. Then once the light went away and the voice faded sOO looked at the game and saw he was victorious and SKT have won and sniper was banished to the Shadow realm which he came from and CHRISTMAS WAS SAVED FOR EVERYONE
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse. Along with my fingers, across my keyboard. Dancing and prancing, its micro galore.
‘No sleep till Grandmaster’, I said wearily. Visions of GM flashed as I slurped my coffee. The lights were all dim, except for my screen. And of course my Corsair Gaming K95 RGB Mechanical Gaming Keyboard with Multi color, per key backlighting for virtually unlimited customization.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I rose up my head from my Zowie XL2411 esports gaming monitor to see what was the matter. ‘God dammit’ I whispered, ‘I just loaded in’, ‘I need all these ladder points to get to GM’.
ZvT was the matchup, and to my chagrin The Terran I’d face was a WCS champion. ‘ByuN:’ read the chat box ‘GL and HF’, ‘Screw you’ I wrote back ‘I will be your death’
Thinking and pondering and boxing my drones, What strategy here could make King ByuN groan. With confidence quickly I threw down my pool On 10, never later, he won’t get to mules.
While boxing my workers with my Razer Daethadder Elite with Razer Chroma Spectrum lighting, Down the hall I heard footsteps which to me was so frightening. ‘But I live alone’ I thought to myself ‘Except for my parents who should be dreaming of elves’
Then suddenly, frantically, fnatically even, Through my door came a man, dressed in eLevate crimson. A beard on his face, like TLO 2012, And an expression he wore like Idra after he lost to HuK at MLG Dallas 2011 when HuK made the hallucinated voidrays and Idra elft even though he had totally won that game.
‘My child’ yelled the strange man, ‘you are SO BM’ ‘You ladder and rage in your quest for GM’ ‘By God don’t you realize this isn’t the way’ ‘Look at Neuro perhaps, and you’ll learn the way!’
His voice, it was booming and left me quite rattled. But I knew in my heart that I could beat this battle. Dawning my Eitchiboy BaseTradeTV Alpaca fur slippers I stood up and inhaled, I’d win this for the gipper.
‘Old man gtfo’ I yelled back at him ‘You don’t know the first thing about being BM’ ‘These nerds are all losers, especially ByuN’ 'They’ll all see the light when I’M number one!’
With sadness, the old man clasped my hands in his, ‘Come now my dude’ he said ‘don’t you see what this is?’ ‘A Christmas intervention, I’m fucking Saint Nick’ ‘If you can’t take the hint, than you must be quite sick‘
For the sake of plot convenience, I felt in my heart, a stirring, a warming, hell I might have just shart. ‘You’re right old Saint Nicholas’ I said, tears in eyes ‘You’re right and I’m sorry, I have problems, GOD WHY’
‘Be silent young top 8/low GM zerg player, relax, its ok,’ ‘I bring tidings of joy and WCS on this day!’ ‘Another two million is in this prize pot,’ 'With support for Koreans! That’s not all I’ve got!’
‘From Austin to Jonkoping to Vanelcia and more!’ ‘Montreal and Katowice, good god what a score!’ ‘Less events to be sure, but don’t fret on the matter,’ ‘We’re also announcing 2018, so go ladder!’
And then with my newfound remorse at my actions, I looked at Saint Nick, his face full of passion. Breathing deeply and fully, I opened my mouth ‘This sucks’ I yelled to him ‘Do better! GET OUT!’
The cold winter wind blew through him; coloured lights from early Christmas decoration kept on twinkling in a distant. It was already late into the evening but people were still rushing through the street, buying goods from the Christmas markets around the town. This holiday time of the year was always lively.
Yet Zest just couldn’t feel the bustling atmosphere around him.
It had been a few years since he retired from being a pro StarCraft 2 player and quitting e-Sport altogether. “How long ago was it?” - He wondered to himself. He couldn’t remember, not that it mattered to him anyway. Since the day he made the announcement that he was going to step down from the spotlight of competitive gaming, time had merely been a concept for him, something that he couldn’t have a decent grasp on anymore.
Seong Wook remembered his last fan-meeting as if it was yesterday. It was the last time he attended an event under the ID Zest, the name that had been his companion to be one of the StarCraft 2 gods. He remembered all the teary fangirls coming up to him, promising to wait for his come back no matter how long it will be. A lot of them gave him nice presents, some even went so far as to write fan-letters for him. They promised to cheer for him no matter what he was going to do afterward. He remembered almost tearing up then. He had never expected himself to be adored by so many fans, and he was thankful that so many people cared about him.
But that was all in the past. Shortly after his retirement, he returned to his hometown for a short break and then enlisting in the army. He hadn’t look back to his past self ever since. Now that he had finished his military service, he was no longer Zest, but rather a normal person called Ju Seong Wook.
He pushed the door to his house, and what greeted him were his sisters and his little nephew cheerfully singing out “Seong Wookie has finally returned home!!” and they all rushed out to greet him. He smiled at them, and his family took turn hugging him, and lead him to the dinner table that was prepared in advance.
Despite being home after almost 2 years in the military, he felt uneasy and tired rather than happy and cheerful. After finished eating, Seong Wook pardoned himself and went back to his room. Turning on the computer, he wondered what he was going to do next. He decided to go for a few StarCraft 2 games on ladder to see how far his skills had deteriorated and then checking the news for a bit. Just right when he finally thought that it was late enough to go to bed, a headline caught the attention of his eyes “GSL Christmas Global Championship Announced”. Out of habit, he clicked the link and saw that the prize pool was pretty high, with only 4 seeded players to the Ro32, and it’s scheduled with just enough time for him to practice… if he wanted to that is. He took some time to evaluate his option, and figured he should give it one last shot just for old time’s sake. He didn’t have anything to do until then, and just entering 1 tournament didn’t necessarily mean that he is coming back to be a full time pro. There was nothing to lose, if he can’t make it... well, he wasn’t expecting much from the start anyway. With that mindset, he registered for the tournament.
The days afterward, he isolated himself from his family and trained like a madman. He contacted his friends who were still playing the game. He watched all the VODs; did everything in his power to know just what was the meta of the game. He tried to find his rhythm again after not playing competitively for 2 years, searching for a play style that would suit him best. As if his determination was made known to the gods, he eventually managed to qualify for the Ro32 in his second attempt.
The list of players who were qualified for the events was filled with many familiar names. There were INnoVation, soO, Classic, herO and his old teammates, all of which were the titans of his time. His first assigned group was not too challenging, well, at least for when Zest was still playing for a living. Now he might just be a free win for the better players. The day of the event had eventually come. The moment he set foot into the studio, nostalgia immediately overwhelmed him. All of the players greeted him warmly like it was just yesterday that he was still playing with them. The casters and the fans told him how overjoyed they were to hear that he had qualified. As a result, he could feel a strange tingling sensation in his chest. Everything seemed too good to be true. However, it was only the beginning.
Much to his own surprise, Zest somehow managed to make it through to the Ro16, and then he found a way to advance to the Ro8. Thereafter, each of the series he played became better and cleaner than the last, as if he was slowly transforming back to the monster he once was throughout the course of the tournament. The list of players he defeated was nothing short of impressive. Past titans, the current dominant players, he defeated them all like they were nothing but names and stepping stone to his rightful place at the top. All of the sudden, he found himself being in the Grand Finals. Everything was but miraculous. It felt as if he was back to the Zest of 2014 all over again; emerging out of no where, surprising everyone by going all the way to the Grand Finals and eventually winning his first title. Since he had come all the way here, he was determined to relive that miracle once again. The second player to make the Finals was Maru, his longtime nemesis. “How appropriate” - he thought, “What a way to put a glorious end to this all.”
Coming up to the stage for the pre-game interview, everything seemed just right for him, as if he was born for this single moment, to be standing there in front of a huge crowd and to play the Finals of this GSL. He remembered himself telling the interviewee that regardless of what anyone might think of his ability and his probability to win, the GSL Grand Finals had always been his home field and he got the upper hand playing here, as well as how he was feeling confident in his chance to win. The lights repeatedly flashed in his face, but it didn't bother him like in the past anymore. In fact, he couldn't feel bothered by anything anymore.
One game after another, he firmly believed that he was playing some of the best StarCraft 2 games of his life, and so was his opponent. None of them could have consecutively taken 2 maps off each other, thus taking the series all the way to Ace Match. After successfully defending the hyper-aggressive and pseudo all-inning opening of Maru, Zest went for a decisive counter attack and was able to force him to type out.
He rushed to the stage, throwing his arms in the air to celebrate his victory as he could no longer control his feelings. His friends all rushed up to him and began to throw him in the air. After a few tosses, they finally let him down on the ground again. Then he realized the lights were shining at him and the marvelous trophy was right in front of him. It was there waiting for him to pick it up, and he did. He lifted the cup with a slight unease, but it didn’t bother him one bit. Hundreds of fan started screaming something along the line of his name and “Zest Is Best!”. His old time teammates looked at him proudly. Everything just felt like when he won his first GSL title. He started doing the champion’s so-called duty, kissing the trophy and posing for the picture. A sense of strange happiness flooded him. This was exactly the sort of thing that he was desperately craving for during his whole time in the army. There was a feeling of accomplishment, and it strangely made him feel completed. When he looked down at the crowd again he saw his family sitting at the back... and together with them was his father. He was smiling at him, mouthing “I’m extremely proud to have you as my son” to him as he clapped along with all the other audience.
Yet just as Zest was going to call out to his father, the lights vanished at once. In an instant, he felt like he was falling down in a never ending pitch-black hole. There were no fans, no teammates, not even the flowers which he was given for the first place winner. He couldn’t hear the commentator’s voice, nor the cheering of the fans. It was as silent as it was dark, and he was there all by himself.
Then he heard a voice.
“Seong Wookie, wake up!” - It was such a familiar voice, Zest definitely heard it somewhere before. But where, and from whom? “Hey, Wookie, can you hear me?” - The voice continued to call him. “Wookie, Seong Wookie, wake up! You shouldn’t be sleeping on your computer desk like this, it’s not good for you.” - He heard his sister’s voice softly calling him, her hands gently shaking him as if fearing that she was going to startle him. He slowly raised his head to look at her general direction but everything was blurry as he didn’t have his eyeglasses on.
For a moment, she seemed to be taken aback, but she was quick to regain her composure and asked if he was okay. He blinked once, and then twice to adjust to the light, and in front of him was his sister, smiling down at him with a small frown as if she wanted to say why he was still falling asleep on his desk when he was fully an adult. There was no cup, no flowers, there was simply nothing. He was alone in his room, with his sister giving him a concerned look. “Are you okay? You didn’t catch a cold right?” - She asked. “No...” - He whispered quietly with a hoarse voice. Then he quickly added “I was... just having a really good dream. Anyway, I’m going to go to bed now, you don’t need to be too worried. I’m fine.” She looked at him one last time, clearly wasn’t satisfied with the answer but she decided he was old enough to know what was best for him and closed the door, leaving him behind on his own.
Zest let out a sigh. It would have been nice if he never woke up, if his dream would just go on forever, but it didn’t. Here he was, alone by himself in the night. It would have been nice if his dream just went on for a little longer, but all of his past glory had truly left him, he was no more than a nobody now. After all, everything must come to an end, and it was about time he come to term with it. When he looked outside, snow was falling, and it’s going to be a long Christmas for him.
On December 10 2016 07:05 CyanEsports wrote: Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse. Along with my fingers, across my keyboard. Dancing and prancing, its micro galore.
‘No sleep till Grandmaster’, I said wearily. Visions of GM flashed as I slurped my coffee. The lights were all dim, except for my screen. And of course my Corsair Gaming K95 RGB Mechanical Gaming Keyboard with Multi color, per key backlighting for virtually unlimited customization.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I rose up my head from my Zowie XL2411 esports gaming monitor to see what was the matter. ‘God dammit’ I whispered, ‘I just loaded in’, ‘I need all these ladder points to get to GM’.
ZvT was the matchup, and to my chagrin The Terran I’d face was a WCS champion. ‘ByuN:’ read the chat box ‘GL and HF’, ‘Screw you’ I wrote back ‘I will be your death’
Thinking and pondering and boxing my drones, What strategy here could make King ByuN groan. With confidence quickly I threw down my pool On 10, never later, he won’t get to mules.
While boxing my workers with my Razer Daethadder Elite with Razer Chroma Spectrum lighting, Down the hall I heard footsteps which to me was so frightening. ‘But I live alone’ I thought to myself ‘Except for my parents who should be dreaming of elves’
Then suddenly, frantically, fnatically even, Through my door came a man, dressed in eLevate crimson. A beard on his face, like TLO 2012, And an expression he wore like Idra after he lost to HuK at MLG Dallas 2011 when HuK made the hallucinated voidrays and Idra elft even though he had totally won that game.
‘My child’ yelled the strange man, ‘you are SO BM’ ‘You ladder and rage in your quest for GM’ ‘By God don’t you realize this isn’t the way’ ‘Look at Neuro perhaps, and you’ll learn the way!’
His voice, it was booming and left me quite rattled. But I knew in my heart that I could beat this battle. Dawning my Eitchiboy BaseTradeTV Alpaca fur slippers I stood up and inhaled, I’d win this for the gipper.
‘Old man gtfo’ I yelled back at him ‘You don’t know the first thing about being BM’ ‘These nerds are all losers, especially ByuN’ 'They’ll all see the light when I’M number one!’
With sadness, the old man clasped my hands in his, ‘Come now my dude’ he said ‘don’t you see what this is?’ ‘A Christmas intervention, I’m fucking Saint Nick’ ‘If you can’t take the hint, than you must be quite sick‘
For the sake of plot convenience, I felt in my heart, a stirring, a warming, hell I might have just shart. ‘You’re right old Saint Nicholas’ I said, tears in eyes ‘You’re right and I’m sorry, I have problems, GOD WHY’
‘Be silent young top 8/low GM zerg player, relax, its ok,’ ‘I bring tidings of joy and WCS on this day!’ ‘Another two million is in this prize pot,’ 'With support for Koreans! That’s not all I’ve got!’
‘From Austin to Jonkoping to Vanelcia and more!’ ‘Montreal and Katowice, good god what a score!’ ‘Less events to be sure, but don’t fret on the matter,’ ‘We’re also announcing 2018, so go ladder!’
And then with my newfound remorse at my actions, I looked at Saint Nick, his face full of passion. Breathing deeply and fully, I opened my mouth ‘This sucks’ I yelled to him ‘Do better! GET OUT!’