1506: I'm in the PC Freeplay line.
The line, which I dismissed as being absurdly long the previous two
days is now easily twice the length. But I will perservere!
1513: As usual, the line's bark is worse than it's bite.
1543: Interesting half hour match of TF2. The pings were low, but
the equipment was actually worse than the stuff I have at home, and
there was no voice chatter. So, by "interesting", I mean
"shitty".
1604: This time, I'm going to wait in the SCII line until I get to
play.
1625: Oh god, what have I gotten myself into.
1629: Challenged dude in line next to me in a three round rock
paper scissors match, for a DTS button. He played rock all three
rounds, and beat me.
1706: I get to play!
1720: Let this be a lesson in humiliating defeat. I was given 20
minutes in which to defeat a Zerg AI player set to "Easy". In the
following 16 minutes I discovered that a single battlecruiser does
not acquit itself honorably against the Zerg Horde. With four
minutes left, and zero resources, I gave up like a pussy, and ran
away to cry about it.
1734: Man, I am absolutely starving. I'm headed to the
Pioneer Square food court to get somethin to eat.
1757: I had some shrimp tempura rolls, but they weren't that
filling.
1801: Apparently everything starts closing at 6:00 PM. I guess I
wasn't that hungry?
1809: Looking through my expo guide, I discover that PAX closes at
6:00 PM as well. AWESOME!
Post-PAX debrief: I played (sucked) Starcraft II,
participated in the LAN, and didn't do much else. Was it worth it?
Sure, but next year I'll BYOC, and try to attend with
someone. I didn't see Ben this day, which was a shame, since I was
planning on doing some quality hardware-gloating, inre: the HD 4870
I just bought.
In the spirit of Sam512's transcript of
>9000, I present, "The Scout's" Sexy Suspender Striptease";
a youtube poop of
the Meet The Scout video. Watch them in order for maximum context,
or not!
Typographic conventions: "Text:" denotes on screen text added by
the editor. "--" denotes a jump cut. Four repetitions of anything
is taken to mean "many", to avoid having to count a specific
number.
Meet the Scout:
The Scout's Sexy Suspender Striptease:
The TF2 Sting plays over the title card. --ing --ing --ing
--ing
The Scout taps a Heavy, eating a sandvich, in the head with a
baseball bat.
Scout: Yo, what's up?
The Scout hits the heavy in the stomach with a baseball bat.
Scout: Birds --shines, and brudda, I hurtya --brudda --brudda
--brudda
Scout: --ya --ya --ya --ya --ya
Scout: I --grow --grass
Heavy: Arrgh!
Scout: Bonk!
The scout surveys the building housing the central capture point in
cp_well, in slow motion, while a song plays in the background. He
smirks, cycles the action on his shotgun, and begins to sprint
forwards. A Blu, level one sentry tracks, and fires two
shots.
Text: AND THEN HE DIED.
The TF2 sting plays over a group shot of the Red team.