"Suddenly, I felt something, something odd. I could win this game! Maybe..."
- Anderkryst
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| Queer burrow tactic | | | Author: | | | IP: | XXXX | | Date: | 07/06/99 08:07 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 3, Max: 9, Min: 5
Lifetime Rating for [FLS]prozerran: 9.0833 |    | After my last classs in this damn hot day I finally found myself back in my room with poor air-conditioning. In order to distract myself from the heat, I launch up my favorite game of StarCraft:BroodWar and to my dismay, I found no one alive in nohunters. So I'm up for a pubbie game and finally found myself playing 1v1 on Challedger.
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We both left our fate to chance and I spawned zerg at the bottom while he warped protoss at the top. The commanders of both opposing races began to comment on their own skills before any action taken, a clear strategic plan to bend the enemy to overconfidence. My 9th drone sacrificed itself and morphed to a hatchery, and the 10th drone followed his precursor and morphed into a spawning pool. Very soon afterwards, my overlord found the zerg's hated protoss with 2 gates, 3 pylons and no gas. The overlord immediately telepath this valuable information to the overmind, who immediately ordered to place a sunken in-between the hatches, the pool, and the newly functioning extractor.
Another overlord hanging in the middle reported 8 zealots were on way raging into my infestation area with was only defended with 12 zerglings and a sunken colony. The invaluable message sent from the bloated floating bag alerted the zerg force and more larvae were being morphed into zerglings. When the zealots approached the creep, the zerglings decided to play some hit-and-run on the in-coming zealots while letting the sunken to take free hits. With the technique zerglings learned from Ballet lessons, they were able to castrate the zealot warriors with only loss of a sunken and about 8 of their brethen who were too lazy to practice.
Now the spying overlord in the front also indicated that the protoss started warping in a Cybernetics Core and an assimilator. The cowardy spy immediately retreat to a safe spot over the water.
Now that the hatchery finaly finished morphing into a fancier lair, another drone was sacrificed for a spire. The lair also started the carrying upgrade for the floating bags to make them worthwhile, and the other hatch researched burrow for no apparent reason at that point. Now commanding 2 groups of zerglings and about 4 muta, 2 drones were sent to expand: one in the middle island, and other on the right mineral expansion. Although the morphing hatchery were naked and shy, without a transport the protoss perverts had no chance of taking a glance on new infestation. A 3rd hatchery was also been morphed for continous flow of larvae. 6 muta were sent on a scouting mission for the protoss expansion attempts, and reported none so far.
A suicidal scouting zergling mickey returned with the invaluable information that the perverted race had no forge or cannon, but commanded a rather large size of the sick dragoons spinning their three balls underneath their body. They were guarding the buildings so mickey's friends of 12 zerglings ran to his choke and silently burrowed underground unnoticed. 2 minutes later, the burrowed mickey's smelled a number of stinky balls passing by and they can hardly survived the odor and unburrow themselves for fresh air shortly after they disappear from their vision.
These 12 ball-showing spiders arrived at the my main shortly after 16 zerglings burrowed right in front of the sunken. The un-suspecting dragoons walk right above the happy zerglings that were having fun digging holes and when the dragoons started firing on my only sunken, these shocked burrowlings revealed themselves and the dragoons were forced to move away from the popped up zerglings, 3 dragoons were immediately knocked down and bleed with blue soup.
Does anyone remember the mickey's? Well after they took a refreshing air from the dragoon's bad odor they ran straight to the protoss undefended mineral patches and began knocking their heads against the innocent probes. When the probes were running away all over, the mickey's cleverly aimed at the nexus and hoped to tear it down before reinforcement arrived. Ahha now the Protoss Praetor immediately order the retreat of his sick offensive units to save his nexus, and the remaining 6 wounded dragoons had the balls to take out the 12 mickeys before the nexus was reduced to a 300 hp flaming structure. The 12 chasing zergling, again, burrow at right side of his base.
Now the 6 mutas were reinforced with 2 more, and started picking off probes from the left side. 8 clumsy spinning balls tried to drive away the force, but were lured to the left side of the base when the 12 zerglings unburrowed and went straight for the nexus again. The heavily damaged nexus could not take much from the knocking this time, and was quickly destroyed before the surprised dragoons could react. The hopeless dragoons couldn't do much but elminating the remaining burrowlings with one loss.
After the nexus was destoryed, more and more larvae were mutated into the happy burrowlings and with the aid of mutas, they easily ran over the protoss base.
Let's all take our time to respect the heroic burrow lings who survived the bad odor of the dragoons, and eventually defeated the smelly protoss base.
A rematch had been called upon, and again we went for the ever-powerful random race. Capturing the previous victory, the degraded overmind evolved to the new advanced protoss race in the bottom site and commanded little robotic probes to gather minerals. "Now anakin, you had be consumed by the dark side and go embrace yourself in the small planet of Challedger." When 10th probe went sent to scout north after warping the 1st gateway, and it found that the defeated Praetor was infested and now commanded the lowly zerg. The probe also revealed that the zerg went for hydralisks, which are the most mannerless unit in the world of starcraft: They spit at people.
Several zealots were trained until the core was finished. Hoping that the smelly dragoons would punished the uneducated hydras in large numbers, Darth Vader researched the range upgrade and also started a robotics and forge simultaneously. I warped a cannon beside my nexus for detection, and a zealot was sent to take a look at zerg's base again. Well, in his way he was greeted by a dozen of hydralisks who won't stop spitting the scout, and his face was covered with those green spits and was eventually suffocated.
The incoming impolite creatures were meet at my choke by 8 dragoons and 6 zealots. I bet it was the dragoon's smell, that the 12 hydralisks ignored fire, ran away from the hairy balls and headed straight to the left of my peon line; to prevent the unpleasent air, they burrowed beside the assimulator out of range of my only cannon. A big "?" started ringing on top of Anakin's head when he order to contruct a cannon in range of the burrowed spitters. When the cannon was warped in, the detected hydralisks were cut into pieces by the awaiting zealots and big-balls without any loss.
Now the robotics facility was finished and a shuttle and support bay was immediately in queue. The disc-like shuttle transfer a probe on the island expansion and it happily warped in a few cannons and a nexus. After a while the big fat reaver was finally constructed and the slow snail, along with two zealots, walked into the shuttle and headed for zerg's main. At the same time, 8 zealots and 12 dragoons headed for the zerg's main from the ground also. However, on the way they met 7 lurkers who immediately burrow in front of them. With the powerful spines from underground, 7 zealots were quickly chopped and the dragoons barely made their way back with no losses. I supposed their smelly balls are rather durable from attacks from the bottom.
Fearing the undetected spines Anakin ordered an observatory and started producing some invisible observers. These undetected "ding's" found the 7 lurkers playing with themselves under the ground and thinking they weren't seen. "Ya right," thought the observer and it quietly following the head black hole on the ground.
"What happened to the snail drop?" As most of our readers may inquire, Vader promptly answered, "I've forgot about them." "......." Anyways, after the lurker crisis was solved, the shuttle finally remember it's path to the zerg base. 2 zealots and a snail was dropped beside the zerg's peon line, which was only defended by 3 hydralisks and a sunken. The reaver quickly molested most of the drones, hydralisks and the lone sunken with the funny "who-knows-what" scrabs. However, one protecting zealot was poked from underneath by the sunken too many times that he eventually got raped.
"Ah crap!" cried the infested praetor, and decided to gamble his final chance by running all his lurkers into my base, only to be spotted by two observers and 16 dragoons. With the hard balls and powerful fireballs they exterminated all the remaining burrowed lurkers with no loss again. Now back at the zerg's main, a number of hydralisks were morphed from the precious larvae, but the snail, being a big mean fat-dope, destoryed most of the eggs before it could be mutated to anything. Only a total of 3 to 4 hydralisks were successfully morphed at different times, and the reaver/zealot had an easy time taking them out one by one. The 16 smelly balls-revealers followed by an observer came marching into the creep and destoryed everything in sight. The infested praetor conceded to the might of Bad-Odor. | | Battle Shots! | 
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Happy burrowlings destorying the nexus on a suicidal mission
The power of burrowlings!
Smelly Balls defending from burrowed hydras and lurkers
The final blow of hairy balls and snails!
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