Three races, three men, one team. Rome, Aaron and I banded together for an epic night of Starcraft 2-ing, and although 2 of the more memorable games were when Rome dropped, I now present to you the first of 3 parables designed to inspire young minds to greatness. And by that I mean there's going to be lots of pictures. But to begin with, the first short story, in which early in the game Aaron recon'd that the enemy was massing carriers and foot soldiers. Protoss counter? Colossi and Stalkers.
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| This, children, is the Colossus. When sent to an unprotected base, they wreck havoc untold. Fun times for everyone! |
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| When the opponents fail to learn from their first mistake, the only thing to do is repeat the lesson. Base #2 = dust. |
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| Meanwhile, back at the old farm, the counter-strike force continues to mass, as the fatherly Colossi tend to their smaller Stalker brethren. This is how you should get along, children. |
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| In order to reach objectives, namely the enemy base, sometimes obstacles must be overcome. This is best achieved by teamwork, children. |
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| While this was going on, having a teammate who has been similarly massing units can be a great boon. Find and keep treasured allies like this, children. And while the enemy is distracted... |
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| Strike with everything you have! Wipe your enemies from the face of the planet! Show them no mercy, for you shall receive none! |
Thus the shiny robots and their terrible xenos brethren triumphed over the enemies, all because of synergy and teamwork, and lots of lasers. Check back tomorrow and the day afterwards for more stories, and sleep well.
-HTMC
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