"Now if you will excuse me I am going to have sex with a corgy"
-Fox^1
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| Returning with Style | | | Author: | | | IP: | reshall-XXXX | | Date: | 01/19/00 06:01 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 5, Max: 10, Min: 7
Lifetime Rating for Dev: 7.8723 |     | "People of the Phillipines, I have returned." -Douglas MacArthur
"I have returned." -Any Protoss Dragoon, assuming your sound card works
Yeah, yeah, that's all the fanfare I could muster for my first report in quite a while. I don't suppose it's a momentous occasion anyway. So, I return to once again observe and report upon the trials, tribulations, and in this case, whorings of 'nohunters' players.
The Map:
Take one guess. If you didn't guess The Lost Temple, you'd be wrong.
The Players:
Bob The Newt, Protoss, 9:00.
Mogalin, Terran, 12:00.
By now you're probably saying, "Oh, great, a PvT game on Temple, and Terran got stuck with 12:00. I know how this one's going to go." Well, I'm sure there'll be more than enough twists in this one to entertain you, so read on.
Build Orders:
| Bob The Newt | Mogalin |
| Pylon | Supply Depot |
| Gateway | Barracks |
| Gateway | Barracks |
| Pylon | Supply Depot |
| Assimilator | Refinery |
| Cybernetics Core | Factory |
| Pylon | Factory |
I may have slipped a depot in there somewhere, but the implications are clear: First of all, Bob was going power goons, the typical move of the Protoss player that doesn't want to work for his win. (: Mogalin apparently couldn't decide between infantry and heavy metal and wound up doing both, neither in force. His barracks and depots walled in his ramp, but he put the marines in front of the buildings. I can hear Heartcutter groaning from here.
Mogalin's intrepid scouting SCV made it up Bob's ramp, but upon meeting with a zealot, took a solid whack on the head. It managed to squirt past, but apparently decided it was in love, for rather than proceed onward it doubled back after the zealot it had just avoided. The zealot wanted no part of the Terran peon's infatuation and proceeded to smash the SCV to bits. Bob's probe fared little better; it scooted up the ramp and was immediately perforated with gauss rounds.
Bob cranked dragoons from two gateways until he had seven or so, and sent them with two zealots to Mog's base. In all honesty, he probably could have ripped through Mog's wayward wall-in, and brushed aside the pack of vultures
Mog had constructed, but he chose instead to contain. Mog found out about this as he sent six or seven vultures rocketing down his ramp and immediatley lost one to phase-disruptor fire. Mog's bikes hit the brakes, leaving skid marks on the dirt, and ran for home. They stopped along the
way to lay two large sets of mines at his secondary choke point at the foot of his ramp.
Mog's first two tanks had just arrived from the factory, and the only other defenses he could muster were the four marines still standing in front of his wall-in. However, siege mode finished researching before Bob's forces reached attack range. Mog placed one tank on the cliff, and another at the base of his ramp, and sieged up. The first dragoon moved into attack range and and immediately took a spider mine in the left flank. The wounded 'goon pilot was still dazed and recovering when the siege-tank obliterated him.
Bob immediately backed off to keep his containment intact. Not knowing what was in front of him, he sent a single zealot forward with a pair of binoculars and an Amway catalog, and told him to knock on the door. The zealot triggered five or six spider mines, and three of them detonated right next to him. Mogalin doesn't cotton to solicitors.
Bob continued to produce dragoons from two gateways, and had perhaps a control group sitting outside Mog's base. Mog was cranking tanks from two factories now, and beginning upgrades from a single armory. He began constructing a command center to float to his natural as well.
Bob was not entirely content to sit behind his dragoon container. He had gotten bored enough to simultaneously expand to the 6:00 main and natural, followed shortly thereafter by his own natural. He sent massive trains of little robotic probes to all three expansion sites. He added a total of six gateways to the 6:00 cliff, and another pair to his main, and added the templar tech tree to his arsenal.
Mog decided he was tired of being pushed around by four-legged, blue-ball spitting overpowered Protoss units. He took eight to ten siege tanks, supported by the odd vulture he had remaining, and began pushing out behind his wall of spider mines. The Dragoons at the forward edge of Bob's
container melted under heavy fire. Mog made an interesting desicion here: he ran out his vultures to try and bait Bob's remaning forces into tank range, but with extra-high latency and Dragoon weapons upgrades, it looked more like a suicide attack. Mogalin was left with ten unsupported siege
tanks to continue his assault.
He decided to continue on, and his solution was to leave half the tanks unsieged as infantry support. He lost only two or three tanks pushing through the remainder of Bob's container, and marched on Bob's natural. He reached range and opened fire.
The bare scraps of forces Bob had remaining at his main were quashed by the Terran bombardment. Bob was placed in the interesting position of having spent most of his cash on expansion and tech, and had a distinct disadvantage in standing units. The problem was being exacerbated as Mog
added two more factories, and his tanks destroyed the nexus at Bob's natural expansion. Half the probes erupted into flames, and Mog was nearly to Bob's undefended ramp.
Bob solved the problem like a true Protoss whore. Four dark templar swept from the gateways at his main base. He sent them one at a time to draw scanner sweeps, and routed the entire Terran force. With his natural clear, Bob had huge amounts of income from his other bases, and he reestablished the nexus at his natural in seconds. He also began expansions at the mineral-only naturals of 9:00 and 6:00.
Mog had put up a starport, and now added a science facility to produce detecting SVs. He continued to mass tanks, and took a pair to the cliff above Bob's natural. He rained fire on half the probes for a short time, but a Bob shuttle deposited two dark templar to cut the threat down to size.
Mog was able to repack one tank into the dropship and make his escape. He constructed a command center to float to the island in the upper left.
Bob's shuttle followed it home. The dark templar slaughtered the SCVs and forced the command center to lift off and run home. Mog's recon appeared fairly poor; he probably didn't know that Bob had established map control
simply by expanding everywhere.
With his massive five-base income, Bob produced dragoons, speed zealots, templar, and dark templar from ten gateways. He massed them all outside the choke to Mogalin's main and natural, keeping the Terran pinned in his own little stronghold. Mogalin produced a pair of science vessels and a horde of tanks to prepare for his next push. Bob was beginning an expansion at the 3:00 natural when battle came again.
Mogalin continued to use his 'enterprising' strategy of completely unsupported siege tanks. He used seventeen of them, relying solely on spacing, defensive matrix, and luck to keep him safe. The spacing was good enough to destroy the small group of speed zealots that charged in to attack, but the real weapon was the string of high templar Bob had moved in while the tank fire was directed elsewhere; the spacing now worked to his advantage as he pushed through the isolated tanks with psionic storm. Mog's entire attack was pushed back, pinned down, and annihilated. He still had
perhaps five tanks to defend his encampment from a dragoon incursion, and Bob held off from attacking. He expanded to the 3:00 main.
Bob now held every resource location on the map except the islands, Mog's mineral-only natural, and 3:00's mineral only natural. Mog floated a command center to occupy his own mineral-only; somehow Bob's recon missed this. All Mog's attempts to expand to the top-left island were rebuffed, and the second time, the ominous presence of a dark archon graced the island. I missed this in the flurry of tank/dragoon/templar battles.
Mog attempted to fight back by dropping tanks on the top-right cliff, then the small niche of low ground there. He was able to blast through enough probes and photon cannons to place three tanks on the 3:00 main cliff and destroy Bob's expansion. Dragoon reinforcements cleared the tanks, and Bob reestablished his base. Bob's protoss unit production seemed to be slacking; aside from the now-small mass of dragoons, templar, and DT guarding the center of the map, I hadn't noticed any new Protoss production
for quite some time. Bob's resource flow had increased, however, with his occupation of the lower-right island expansion, bringing his total producing bases up to four; he had completely mined out his main, natural, mineral-only natural, 6:00 main, and 6:00 mineral-only natural expansions. Mog had mined out his main and his natural was nearly dry; he could produce only from his mineral-only natural.
And produce he did. Mog massed more tanks than the Soviet army from his set of factories; also a small pack of vultures in a dropship. He deposited two vultures in the probe line of the 3:00 natural, and two more on the lower-right island, and went on a probe-killing spree. The vultures got half the probes at the 3:00 natural and all of the probes at the lower-right island; however, Bob pounced upon Mog's attempt to claim the island for himself by dropping dragoons.
Mog pushed back Bob's massed containment forces with tanks, bunkers, and science vessels, and floated a command center into place at the 3:00 mineral only natural. His tenuous hold was made all the more useless as Bob moved a templar onto the 3:00 cliff, and blasted a huge pack of SCVs into oblivion with a psionic storm. After a vicious battle, the defending tanks were destroyed and the CC was forced to lift. Bob also managed to spot and destroy Mog's other mineral only natural, leaving Mogalin with
exactly zero producing bases.
Mog began dropping vultures again, setting four on the lower-right island and deploying twelve spider mines. The four vultures knocked out all the probes and spent the rest of the game pounding on the nexus, eventually destroying it. Mog used the respite to re-expand to his mineral-only
natural and begin producing again, this time with a turret, bunker, and two tanks defending.
Mog used the cash from his mineral-only to fund his Last Best Move. He pushed out of his main with another tank army, supported with infantry, bunkers, and science vessels, destroying many Protoss units and again establishing the 3:00 mineral only natural as his own. This time, he had a multilayered defense of bunkers, tanks, and turrets to defend him. Although he could probably still be crushed by massed Protoss units from Bob's
immense resource stockpile, Mog began gathering like mad in an attempt to turn the game in his favor.
Somewhere along the line, I noticed that Bob's 6:00 base had grown to cover the entire plateau. I was curious about what protoss structures he could have built to blanket all that empty space, and had myself a look.
Then I nearly fell out of my chair. Remember that Dark Archon at the upper-left island, where Bob was expanding? He had captured himself a pet SCV. I was seeing an enormous amount of Terran tech, centered around
a massive assembly line of Wraith fighters. Their upgrades were full. Their numbers covered the screen with a mass of yellow and gray aluminum. Their spirits were high, and their weapons were armed. I could almost hear Bob's maniacal laughter.
Mogalin noticed the wraiths with a scan, and started building Missile turrets like a mad fiend. His mineral-only natural had seven or eight, and he expanded again to the top-left island and began throwing up turrets there. It didn't matter a whit. Bob split his forces, with forty or so wraiths heading to each of Mog's producing expansions. He didn't even bother to cloak. The wraiths' burst laser cannons proceeded to blast everything Mogalin on the Lost Temple mainland to oblivion. Scorched wreckage was all that remained, and the cloud of aluminum avengers still blocked out the sky. They formed up over Mogalin's former main base and prepared to assault Mog's last expansion, on the top-left island.
The wraiths all cloaked. The terrain shimmered drunkenly with the hover and drift of the invisible fighters, and the huge mass of nothing charged the expansion. Three wraiths were shot down by the mass of missile towers, leaving eighty or so to destroy Mog's last stand. With a final, merciful explosion, Bob's whoring ended.
Ugh. Oof. Sorry, Mog.
| | Battle Shots! | 
Not much of a 'doom' fleet, but...
Mogalin has constructed the Alamo.
Photographic evidence that Bob is a whore.
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