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Ok, now that that horrific part is done I think it's appropriate to tell a thing or two about the game itself. Early on every did their best to do a quick peon-clone with varying effect and HT's starting Overlord started it's frusteratingly slow drift towards the 6 main. I was bragging from the BroodWar USA-1000 chatroom well into the game about my skills just to spam and annoy but it seemed to have little effect. I continued to gloat over my team's soon-to-be-won victory despite the fact that everyone saw my partner's record. The random insults only got silence back from the mysterious Fog of War and I assume the enemies were plotting amungst themselves as to how to shut me up if I hadn't already been squelched. Time passed and the standard builds were imployed.
Marine, who I had mistaken for HT because I had seen the yellow Ovie and assumed it was Marine's and that the Toss was HT's because he sucks with Zerg and somehow wouldn't allow himself to get Zerg, went with the strongest build of a double Gate/Pylon with plans to rush (if you got confused, haha, welcome to my world =I ). I, as the counter team Toss, went with the exact opposite of what should have happened because of my poor scouting skillz. I started with a Pylon and Gate-Assimilator-Cored in the hopes of out teching the enemy while praying they would both follow the infamous BGH fav norush20 rules for some reason. I was just a few seconds ahead of Marine and was able to squeeze a Zeal out around the time he got a scouting Probe and they danced their way down the
ramp, which surprised me a bit. I shrugged and thought it was to my benifit if he planned on not scouting too much and went about my buisness, blissfully unaware of the pair of Zeals that had just ripped their way through space to find out what my intestines tasted like =(. Before the first Zeal finished I queued another Zeal followed by a Goon the moment my Core came online. A moment later, once the first Khala bandit jumped out of the warp I checked the status of the ones yet to come. Apparently there's this thing called "Psi" and without "Psi" you cannot obtain anymore units. After seeing this revelation I put up two more Pylons. I kinda spent the cash too early in the wrong way but that was because I knew I was going to need early units as I had spied the double Gates earlier and was expecting a rush, only too too early to actually see the Zeals come and go. Besides, my scouting Probe had reached the 3' main and he might need a little micro to stay alive.
About this time I checked my base to be sure I knew what's going up, what's going down and adjust by tactics accordingly. Ok, with that said, let's all pause for a moment. Blank, think blank, that's what my mind was at this particular moment. "Oh, for whatever reason?", you ask? I fucking tell you; he built a Shield Generator in the middle of my crappy base! Because of my earlier neglegence he now had the means to make his units last twice as long as mine. Lesson learned: suspect everything to be unfriendly even if its your own shitty shit. As quickly as I found it shocking, enraging, and mortifying I dismissed it. Come on, I have "pubbie skillz" and dispite my boasts they wern't going to improve enough in the next seven seconds to even expect to win. This was really just for a little experiance with agianst good players (which are really running thin with wc3 about the gaming world). I queued more Zeals and Goons from my three Gates and by now Marine was pumping pure Zeals from his trio of spatial distortion entrances. The battle raged back and forth for a while in a similar fashion with my "advantage" of quick re-enforement capability via the battle actually being in my front yard, I was starting to slowly whittle him down. This all changed as the frequent Zeal hits against the Pylon powering two of my Gates accomplished the task and left them Unpowered and I noticed just how many Probes had been thrown away. With a half baked economy backed up by a dwindling rag-tag army I was sure things couldn't get worse. Haha, joke's on me I guess. HT arrived in full oozing force of pure Hydras and I used the remaining fighters under my control to pick Marine's little Lots off the field. By now I called out to my partner to counter attack for about the fifth time now that both opponents were commited to pounding my loud ass into the ground.
I don't think he knew how to type, otherwise he would have at least said something idiotic like "partners a newbie, ally me nwo!!1 my record is of vital importense to my self esteam and i dun wan ta loose on it". But no, not even that. It was total silence. But even though communically impared, Nob tried get me to laugh by sending a up a "rescue" militia. Well, whether or not it was supposed to make me laugh, that's the effect it got. Somehow the force was dangerously close to falling under the might of a single damaged Zeal, and probly would have gone down like a 10 cent whore had it not been for the efforts of the lone Medic. HT's Hydras quickly righted that wrong, so all was well in the world again. Meanwhile I was able to squeeze a single Probe out. Pair that with a little over 600 minerals banked and I could still have a narrow chance to live long enough to quit the game instead of taking the humiliation of being forced out of the conflict.
The game rushed along to a chillingly violent end as Nob's papermache defense he had sacraficed my base for fell like... well yeah, papermache. That whole game fell to pieces rather predictably and, like I said before, I don't like losing even if there's no other choice. Sure, it'd be nice to say "Oh, I'm a good loser, I don't mind" and all that bullshit but hell, I'd still be upset if it were Tsu or IntoTheRain that beat me >=\. GG no RE!
I got off to a split second late start, but besides that someone might have made the astute observation that we had all been using the same notes on how to clone. With an unusually steady hand due to the last game (it's how I get mad, I get quiet and calm =\ ) and knowing I was going up against the exact same opposition my heartbeat stayed at an even level, much unlike the rest of my life. I usually get a jumpstart just imagining the kind of world class enemies that could be lurking in the dark that pointed and clicked little mouse machines, but this time was different. It left me with an empty feeling, one that needed to be filled, so I turned off the AC (allied chat, not air conditioning) and tried to strike up a conversation with the local riffraff. It started off light enough on the subject of how we were all faring in life's little monotonus game called "the day" but nobody else wanted to play along. I started to pout about various things that had happened and my general state of ever-present depression with the same effect and got a tad bit farther behind in Probe training which only made things worse. Just to make sure I wasn't alone in the depths of uncomforable awkwardness I turned the AC on (again, not air conditioning. I wish, though. it's like a fucking inferno in my house) and shared the secret with my partner that we were going up against the one and only .High+Templar.. Whether he was frightened, excited, or simply didn't know what I was talking about is unclear because he didn't say anything about it. If I had to guess I'd pick the latter due to him being a pubbie and all =/. Anyway, Marine's scouting Ovie parked its fat self over a Nexus while HT's own was a little later in accomplishing the same deed elsewhere. Giving away his race and position I felt
little need to scout in that direction and a Probe was sent hover-hiking to the 12' highlands. Being too busy to do anything but macro some buildings early on I didn't notice a yellow painted SCV going in the same direction, defeating the reason the Probe was going that way in the first place. MeanwhileI set up a Double Gate opening this time to stave off rubbish rushes (and let the competition know I was doing just that) I set in for a longer game this round. HT set up for a rush anyway, finishing a 10pool BO at two and half minutes into the game and sending the Lings directly towards PC's base despite the fact that both of us had a peon milling around his base and saw the whole thing unfold. PC's SCV followed the sixpack down but not before bagging a Drone. At seeing that, the Probe got on the offensive bandwagon and got a pair of kills, too. Now I started to get ideas about the seriousness of the opposition but made no comment and just kept playing.
PC had packed his ramp with SCVs to provide a wall between a still-rallying group of Marines and the oncoming Swarm, a quick and efficent counter thanks to the fore-knowledge of a "surprise" rush. In a quick and violent skirmish the Lings popped like Zergy kernals of corn beneith the might of Fusion Cutters and Rifles, and HT was quickly reduced to a 9 Drone force with minimal cash and his Gas flow completely stopped while attmpeting to rebuild a non-laughable force off a single Hatch and tech it up to Lurkers. Somehow and for some reason things went horribly wrong for him. PC now had a pair of pumping Raxes (Raxi? [it's an old joke, i know. stfu]) and counterd with all available infantry buffed by a handful of SCVs. Seeing this, I sent my own forces to finally give insult to injury instead of being the one who recieves it. Another battle quickly followed, as well as the demise of 2/3 of HT's Drone count. Lings were produced, Lings were sent and, well, a lot of Lings died while PC set up a cheese Bunker next to the Hydra Den and filled with the remaining Marines. Knowing the base was all but lost HT took his three crippled Drones, a handful of minerals, and what dignity remained and buzzed his way to Marine's pad, expecting to crash there for the night or rest of the game, whichever ended first. I assumed a new Hatch was being grown. Surprise!
a bit skeptical but I had faith that High Templar would serve better than things that wern't High Templar. I knew he was thinking more towards keeping the containment operating rather than a full scale battle so I brought a Probe down, after starting a new Nexus at my natural and Stargate in the main, for Cannon warping. With Lurkers running about we really needed front-line Detection and it was the best way I could think of. Now all we needed was a little time, but that's exactly what we didn't get. As soon as the first Pylon had completed Marine's force rolled out and laid some fierce smackdown. With my investment gone sour, I ordered a withdraw and began warping Cannons at my natural to prevent the same thing from happening there. With a few second's delay from Marine probing PC's heavy Tank defense I was able to get a few of those things online and my doubted Templar into position for the upcoming melee.
Wait, there's more! In a bad attempt to utilize the Archon's splash attack I ordered an assault on the Assimilator at once! The Goons had arrived late, as per their usual procedure, and hit an already wounded Lurker once before it was able to reburrow itself next to that gas-sucking machine with only 4(!!) health left. It was only natural that I think the Archon is more than enough for the job. Sadly, it deals about 150 damage to the Assimilator before I notice that its not working. During that little wonder blunder I thought I had found the location of the other two beasts and somehow tricked a Goon to stand near them. The Archon came raging back and pounded on the poor bewildered fool until he died a lonely, tragic, useless death. Shortly afterwards the Archon boomed its goodbye, too. Now I was sad. Forcing the last Dragoon to draw fire I order a full Probe retreat.
It's a good thing the game wasn't riding on me. PC had been powering something fierce and now had command of a full Marine and Tank army dotted with SCVs constructing Turrets in Marine's valley entrance to retake that containment he so badly wanted. Well, seeing that he had things covered for a while and I had a bit of rebuilding to do I ignored it for the time being and started to macro again. By then I noticed the silent Corsair that had been sent southward into Marine's base was still alive. The choice was to either watch building warp or dance around with the little bugger, and I was feeling like some hard core booty shakin'. While being able to cause distress amung the floating behemoths the Corsair also gave minor spotting to the Tanks residing next the cliffs. 
Arclite rounds came down in waves and ripped a tidy hole in the defending Hive Cluster. Seeing no way to victory, Marine traded GG's and bowed out.
