*runs in gasping and panting* Finally... caught... up. This story is AMAZING. I only realized I should be showing my appreciation through the like button about halfway through though. So, um, sorry for the sudden spam of likes.
Wow, thank you Ojo! It means a lot to me that you forged your way through this rather lengthy story and topic to get caught up!
How long are you and Lolimon gonna keep up this Parent Trap-style switcheroo? I keep internally freaking out every time I see the Moderator sign over Lolimon the Wise's name and avvie.
Diglett was next. He was a legend, but no longer a star player. He just had built up a reputation and score so high that he had never been topped. I had been the most surprised by his acceptance, but I guess he figured it was time to defend the title.
He did a good job of it. His was the first match that lasted two minutes.
Throughout it all, I’d finish the round and exchange a few comments before I took on my next opponent. And it was in those comments that I learned who these people really were. Some of them cursed me, some of them grudgingly admitted it had been a good fight, one of them even wished me luck! I had liked to lump all the greats together. But they weren’t all the same. I wasn’t even sure I could put them into categories anymore.
But this wasn’t just about the greats. It was about me. It was about the triumph of a South American kid in a world of winners.
There were guys running stats the whole time, but I decided I’d rather wait until afterwards to hear the outcome.
Officials had shown up, game creators, coders, designers, and moderators. They were working overtime to make sure the game didn’t crash, and also were running diagnostics over and over on me and the other gamers, checking for hacks. Somehow I got the feeling they were running more on me. I, after all, did manage to pull off a backwards flip kill on TolkienNerds, which was likely a first.
Slowly it wound its way towards the close. Finally there were just two left: Benboy and Skul. Benboy was up first, and he still seemed cocky enough. That was surprising enough. At this point I wouldn’t have blamed them for backing out. Sure, their reputation would be ruined. But at least their score would be salvaged.
But fight he was determined to do. He took a pair of pistols that were only one of his many special items. He ran a black market on the boards, using a currency of his own devising. Somehow all the best weapons seemed to end up in his hands eventually.
Benboy was not a predictable gamer. He knew how to win, and he knew how to pick apart his opponents as well as I did. This match wasn’t a matter of me running through a list of commands. This was improv. This was a skill round.
TheGreatCon: May the best gamer win.
benboy755: I’d rather that was me than you.
TheGreatCon: Well, there’s a fast way to determine that. Bring it on, cowboy.
Diglett was next. He was a legend, but no longer a star player. He just had built up a reputation and score so high that he had never been topped. I had been the most surprised by his acceptance, but I guess he figured it was time to defend the title.
He did a good job of it. His was the first match that lasted two minutes.
Throughout it all, I’d finish the round and exchange a few comments before I took on my next opponent. And it was in those comments that I learned who these people really were. Some of them cursed me, some of them grudgingly admitted it had been a good fight, one of them even wished me luck! I had liked to lump all the greats together. But they weren’t all the same. I wasn’t even sure I could put them into categories anymore.
But this wasn’t just about the greats. It was about me. It was about the triumph of a South American kid in a world of winners.
There were guys running stats the whole time, but I decided I’d rather wait until afterwards to hear the outcome.
Officials had shown up, game creators, coders, designers, and moderators. They were working overtime to make sure the game didn’t crash, and also were running diagnostics over and over on me and the other gamers, checking for hacks. Somehow I got the feeling they were running more on me. I, after all, did manage to pull off a backwards flip kill on TolkienNerds, which was likely a first.
Slowly it wound its way towards the close. Finally there were just two left: Benboy and Skul. Benboy was up first, and he still seemed cocky enough. That was surprising enough. At this point I wouldn’t have blamed them for backing out. Sure, their reputation would be ruined. But at least their score would be salvaged.
But fight he was determined to do. He took a pair of pistols that were only one of his many special items. He ran a black market on the boards, using a currency of his own devising. Somehow all the best weapons seemed to end up in his hands eventually.
Benboy was not a predictable gamer. He knew how to win, and he knew how to pick apart his opponents as well as I did. This match wasn’t a matter of me running through a list of commands. This was improv. This was a skill round.
TheGreatCon: May the best gamer win.
benboy755: I’d rather that was me than you.
TheGreatCon: Well, there’s a fast way to determine that. Bring it on, cowboy.
Diglett was next. He was a legend, but no longer a star player. He just had built up a reputation and score so high that he had never been topped. I had been the most surprised by his acceptance, but I guess he figured it was time to defend the title.
He did a good job of it. His was the first match that lasted two minutes.
Throughout it all, I’d finish the round and exchange a few comments before I took on my next opponent. And it was in those comments that I learned who these people really were. Some of them cursed me, some of them grudgingly admitted it had been a good fight, one of them even wished me luck! I had liked to lump all the greats together. But they weren’t all the same. I wasn’t even sure I could put them into categories anymore.
But this wasn’t just about the greats. It was about me. It was about the triumph of a South American kid in a world of winners.
There were guys running stats the whole time, but I decided I’d rather wait until afterwards to hear the outcome.
Officials had shown up, game creators, coders, designers, and moderators. They were working overtime to make sure the game didn’t crash, and also were running diagnostics over and over on me and the other gamers, checking for hacks. Somehow I got the feeling they were running more on me. I, after all, did manage to pull off a backwards flip kill on TolkienNerds, which was likely a first.
Slowly it wound its way towards the close. Finally there were just two left: Benboy and Skul. Benboy was up first, and he still seemed cocky enough. That was surprising enough. At this point I wouldn’t have blamed them for backing out. Sure, their reputation would be ruined. But at least their score would be salvaged.
But fight he was determined to do. He took a pair of pistols that were only one of his many special items. He ran a black market on the boards, using a currency of his own devising. Somehow all the best weapons seemed to end up in his hands eventually.
Benboy was not a predictable gamer. He knew how to win, and he knew how to pick apart his opponents as well as I did. This match wasn’t a matter of me running through a list of commands. This was improv. This was a skill round.
TheGreatCon: May the best gamer win.
benboy755: I’d rather that was me than you.
TheGreatCon: Well, there’s a fast way to determine that. Bring it on, cowboy.
1. Ouch. Press f to pay respects. v_v 2. As expected from Benboy. I am not surprised. xD 3. *vibrates at high frequency due to overwhelming excitement* o-o
We messed with all the mods' heads too. 
It means a lot to me that you forged your way through this rather lengthy story and topic to get caught up! 
*starts pushing food into a large pile in preparation* 
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*introduces third glass into cycle and everything begins to wobble* 
