It was a hot day and BigBirdSpiritBird was staring across the great expanse of his desert home. He imagined that somewhere in the wide world there was something for him. A purpose. A reason, if you will. Something to do, in other words. Also known as a mission. You could call it a reason for him to have a mission. You might know it as "Indian Spirit Purpose Eagle". Either of these definitions describes one thing: all that stuff I just wrote.

The winner of this match would bring home something far greater than honor, something far greater than life itself. They would bring home this as a prize:

Just think, by the end of this BR, someone will own this. Some spirit............

The game was begun my me in NoHunters. After nosing around a bit for a 1v1 I found two people willing to put out and swim.

The map was Lost Temple, a great Indian place or something, and question123 drew brown terran at the 6:00 position, while DR-UPP ended up with white zerg at 9:00. My fellow observer, Nark4, moved our command centers to the corner and had an SCV war all our own. Apart from that, the builds went as follows: DR, after scouting with his first OL, felt safe against question's double rax build and morphed a second hatchery right after his pool at this natural. Question had gone for a wallin and at first looked as if he was going for tanks, but soon he had erected 3 barracks and was producing marines by the leather-bag full.

The first attack came from question as he gathered 12 marines at DR's choke. His scouting SCV ran through to the natural and there saw 2 sunken colonies, one morphing and one erect. question figured he could take the natural with marines on the way and he headed forward.

DR had 12 zerglings morphing as soon as the first shot was fired, however, and question was forced to retreat his marines back to his teepee. DR sent his zerglings off in pursuit of the marines but they turned back when they entered the choke. DR wasn't about to sacrifice his warriors in honor of question's Spirit Ancestor. DR now started to make a tech jump to lurkers while question simply stepped up to medics and sprinkled his marines with them.

Both of the mighty Indian Braves gazed at each other's wounds and met eyes. A peace pipe was brought forth and both warriors did the business.

DR had three lurkers morphed when question made a move. The Terran had built up a large army of marines and medics and was moving them now towards DR's base. The army, consisting of 36+units stopped at the Zerg's natural. question, realizing that this attack may not go as well as he might hope, has also constructed a CC and started a factory at his base. The marine force idles at DR's choke and soon the Thin Red Line spills over.

The skirmish does not go well for DR, unfortunately, as his 3 lurkers and 12 zerglings get shredded by stimmed marines. At this time a tank rolls up to support question's troops and the pounding begins. DR tries to sneak lurks in close enough to the tank to do damage, but scan thwarts him every time. The marines stim up and head in to face the sunkens. Although a half of their number dies, they still manage to raze the expansion.

question clears away the hatchery and starts to head up the ramp when the piercing scream of a marine is heard and a spine is seen sliding from his body. He halts his troops and waits for scan to build up when DR gives him a present. 9 drones come down the ramp along with 3 lurkers. This was actually a smart move, the drones soaked up the fire as the lurkers desperately burrowed. The scan came in time though and few of question's troops were lost. Now in a desperate situation, DR prepares for the onslaught.

The young Indian struggled up the cliff with the speed of death and soon was at the top. The sun was shining at his back. A dark and desperate silhouette against the orange sky. The sunset was near...his Spirit sang.

The marines finnally feel safe with two comsats full of energy and march up the ramp. At this time, DR started a replacement expansion at the upper left corner and ground his teeth, he was still in this. The marines rushed into the zerg base and were met with many, many grim fanged hydralisks.

The marines finally got theirs and were dispatched. DR now concentrated on his expansion and getting ready for the next attack.

With the fallen body of his foe at his feet, the breathless Brave turns his back. His black hair waving in the desert wind, he does not noticed the body moving up and towards him.....His Spirit sings.

A Drop was being readied at question's base, consisting of tanks and marines and the object of all our desires, the medic (Cheers Dref and Duck : ]). DR had his expansion up and running but very few units to defend against an attack. question's dropships moved out over the gulley and started to unload. The tanks immediately sieged up and started to pound the hydras pouring in on them. The marines shred the insectoid threat and DR sees his situation as it really is: Deep Peyote Filled Crap. Desperate waves of zerglings surge forward but the stimmed marines are just too much. His main base crumbles in seconds. DR leaves the game and the match is over.

*Indian Music*

The two warrior Braves locked in a throe of death, the sun blazing as it sunk beneath the moutains in the distance. A blinding flash of light and all is still, one Brave stands and walks away. The Eagles fly.

GG's were exchanged in NH and everyone took little a piece of DR's scalp home for a souvenir. Thanks to both players for a good game, and to Nark4 for saying things that made me think of the Care Bears.

"I'm gonna sex you."

Mr.Mediocre

*This BR is not in any way meant to be offensive to Indians and their ways. In fact, Indians are cool, I mean, they're cool. They smoke pipes and crap. Thanks for reading.