*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!
No problem, I enjoyed the whole thing. now I'm just waiting for MOAR.
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.
Dang! That sounds like so much fun! That was Tolkien Nerds? Man, I miss Diglett! Con, did you have another username on the original LMB's and were you a mod then cuz I'm not sure if we've met before. On the LMB's my username was Relivax. Who were some of the other great legends? Ohhhhhh yaaaasssss. I think that I seriously do remember Benboy!!! The memories are all flooding back! Nostalgia! I'm so sad about that! Why were they shut down tho? Do you know? And also I've got some questions.
1. How do I create a new chat/group forum? 2. How do I get an avatar? (I asked one of the mods if they would please make me one that I had described to them, I think that it might have been you.) 3. What are all of the requirements for each rank to level up? 4. When are the LMB's coming back?
Thank you so much for your help, Con! I really appreciate it!
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.
*they clear a space for you and wonder where to learn kung-fu breakdancing* Hmm, fair point. That's a good reason.
*Begins classes as my dojo appears* What you might've missed is that that's the same reason you gave in the not-so-distand-past.
*everyone gets to wear awesome swishy ninja clothes! * My memory is really bad (I forget what I eat for breakfast in the same day at times) remind me on this one a little?
*Begins classes as my dojo appears* What you might've missed is that that's the same reason you gave in the not-so-distand-past.
*everyone gets to wear awesome swishy ninja clothes! * My memory is really bad (I forget what I eat for breakfast in the same day at times) remind me on this one a little?
*Ninja clothes come later, everyone grabs a gi in their size.* I had told you in the SMFP about writing a sunday-school lesson, then I asked why I was telling you this and you said something very similar.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
I have lots in the yard, which is a good thing because I really like clovers. And ferns. (why am I telling you this?XD). 
So, um, sorry for the sudden spam of likes. 
It means a lot to me that you forged your way through this rather lengthy story and topic to get caught up! 
now I'm just waiting for MOAR. 
The memories are all flooding back! Nostalgia! I'm so sad about that! Why were they shut down tho? Do you know? And also I've got some questions.![[smile]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/6ElIZ2H5Cpy4rwMuxWgT.png)
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What you might've missed is that that's the same reason you gave in the not-so-distand-past.![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
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