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Choose Your Own Adventure!

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Author:

DrAwesome

IP:

dsl-gte-XXXX

Date:

12/21/00 10:12

Game Type:

Starcraft

Labels:

Starcraft(1), Old Classic(1), Long(1)

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Report Rating: 10.0, # of Ratings: 5, Max: 10, Min: 10
Lifetime Rating for DrAwesome: 9.0000

Prologue
I am a great admirer of Drefsab and his unorthodox battle reports. I especially enjoyed his "decisions, decisions" report, which was basically a game between two players that was turned into a "choose your own adventure" type report. Due to the fact that it was based on a real game, the possibilities were limited, despite the incredible potential this idea possessed. This report is an attempt to make a truly non-linear "choose your own adventure" battle report. Enjoy!

How to play!

Oh by the way, this report took me just about forever so you god damn better enjoy! There are almost 20 separate possible tree branches so you may want to play around with this for a little while :).

I was originally going to submit this as a 3 part BR - a terran campaign, a zerg campaign, and a protoss campaign, but, after working for 3 weeks and getting so insanely bored out of my mind with this whole fuxing project, I just decided to submit what I had - the terran campaign. If you all enjoyed this incredibly and I get all tens (hehe) I'll do the other two campaigns, but otherwise, I'll be happy just to get back to real BRs. Oh and by the way, I used the names of a few people from this community in my report. If you happen to care, too bad.

StoryLine
The following paragraph is timeline-setting shit. Skip if short on time.

Aeons ago, the Xel'Naga created the noble protoss civilization and the bloodthirsty zerg hordes through curiosity and experimentation. The evolution of the two species continued for millenia following their test-tube beginnings. They each suffered their own hardships, both against external forces and internal rebellions. But these two species were not alone in the galaxy. A third race, the terran, thrived and evolved over time and also became a force to reckon with. The three galactic powers were overgrowing their boundaries and the stage was set... set for StarCraft

One race in particular, the protoss, had lived in conflict and had been surrounded by hardship for all of their existance; and the happenings during the time known to historians as "The Brood Wars" continued in the grand tradition of pain and suffering. There were many rebellions among small factions as well as whole legions of troops under single commanders. One such rebellion happened when the previously honorable General Fractal_Wave and his 5,000 man army mutinied. They led a seige on Shakuras, only to be cut down by a Protoss Royal Air Fleet.

General Fractal_Wave managed only to get his son, , out of the fray to a nearby planet. grew his life as a warrior, forced to fend for himself, shunning society whenever possible. He only gaining interaction with civilization from the times he was hired as a mercenary. lost temple eh? haven't heard of it.

's life was one of hatred and resentment. He hated his protoss bretheren as much as the terran and zerg. None were better than any others - he loathed them all. He lived only for the possibility of being hired to fight.

A conflict had been brewing at the holy ground where a Xel'Naga temple was located. knew of the growing unease and realized that he could profit off of the galactic tension. He offered his skills as a mercenary-for-hire to all of the three warring factions, and all three, having heard of 's incredible reputation, quickly decided to grab up this fire-eyed young warrior.

Illgetdroped
VS

What race will choose to join?

You have chosen to join the ranks of the most technologically advanced army in the galaxy: the terran dominion. You are immediately given control over a small terran settlement on Shakuras near a long-forsaken Xel'Naga temple. Your exact location is somewhere at a bearing of 180 degress (6:00 for all of you clock-inclined folk). A video link raises above your table in your newly constructed command center. It is none other than the human who hired you - general HeartCutter.

"Welcome !

As you know, the protoss are also interested in the holy temple and have already sent a small expeditionary force to this location. The protoss commander, Illgetdroped, is highly competant and therefore must be eliminated before ample defenses can be set up.

For your convenience we have supplied you with a team of four SCVs. Deon the Peon is among their numbers so scouting and mineral collection should be no problem.

And young warrior, always remember: chicks are cool!

Good Luck!"

Heh this should be no problem at all. You are from the noble Protoss ranks - you know their tactic, strategies, and commander Illgetdroped himself - but thats a story for another day. You quickly clone your SCVs to separate mineral patches and, when you have 8 workers mining, you begin construction of a supply depot near your command center - your building strategies are different than the ones general HeartCutter layed out, but you feel quite confident in your abilities.

The depot is followed by a barracks on 10 and scouting with Deon the Peon who so diligently constructed your barracks. Deon finds the protoss base at 9:00 and locates a second gateways warping in with no gas assimilators present. In fact, Deon barely escapes a painful death at the hands of a zealot. After heaving a sigh of relief that Deon is safe, you are quickly faced with a difficult choice: how should you advance? Tech or power?

What building will choose to construct?

engineering bay

second barracks

acadamy

Ah, you see a promising future at the top of the ranks in Kerrigan's fierce and fearless hordes. Before recieving an assignment, you must meet with the second-in-command cerebrate himself: [fls]Prozerran.

"Welcome, protoss..."--- says Prozerran in a dry deep voice

"The terran dominion has claimed the holy temple for its own purposes. The location holds significant tactical importance to Queen Kerrigan. Retrieve what is rightfully ours!"

--- As you nod and turn away, Prozerran adds a warning ---

"oh, and Protoss... do not make fail us..."

Well, that didn't go as you planned, but it doesn't matter; you WILL succeed and all that matters now is getting your pay after the battles.

Your hatchery is spawned at 6:00 and you do a normal zerg build - workers until 10. The overlord you sent scouting towards the 9:00 position located no terran presence. You pull a drone aside from minerals to construct a... well, you aren't sure. You think back to your briefing. A terran encampment is located somewhere in the area... but where they are is a question you still don't know the answer to...

More Zerg Scenarios to Come Later...

Start over

The loyal followers of the Khala may have cut your father's life short, but that is all behind you now. Yes, you must look to the future - and that future is as a member of the Protoss Royal Army. You enter a room only to be faced directly by the powerful Protoss Praetor - Mark4. You shudder thinking of the countless souls that have been eternally snuffed at the hands of this warrior - including your father's.

"Ah yes, welcome

The son of General Fractal_Wave if I recall correctly,"--- He scans you up and down, sizing you up --- "I only hope you don't make the same mistake your father did..." --- you clench your fists and grind your teeth in anger. Mark4 will meet his own fate soon enough...

"Now, on to the mission at hand. Kerrigan's blighted forces have landed on Shakuras and have already set up a hive cluster in the general area of the holy Xel'Naga temple. You must protect the legacy of the Xel'Naga - you must uphold the honor of the Khala!" Heh, the honor of the Khala? Don't make me laugh you think... You turn and walk out of the room when Praetor Mark4 calls back to you:

"Oh, and good luck my brother "

A nexus and 4 mineral gatherers warp in at the 6:00 position on the Lost Temple sector. Due to the fact that you still don't know where the zerg forces have morphed their hive cluster, you begin by building a pylon on 8 followed by a gateway on 10. Right as you begin construction of your gateway, a bloated flying monstrosity casts a shadow upon your mineral gathering probes - sending them into a tizzy. It turns out the cerebrate's forces are located directly next to you - at the 9:00 position. Considering all of this information, what path should you take to ensure your survival? To tech or to power... that is the question

More Protoss Scenarios to Come Later...

Start over

You chose to build an engineering bay

An engineering bay - a pillar of both terran offense and defense. You rationalize that according to HeartCutter's operational layouts, infantry upgrades are key. Also, you know that the protoss commanders are especially fond of dark templars. If one of the invisible marauders attacks, you will be ready.

You have a small posse of about 8 marines milling around right as your engineering bay finishes. Quickly, you begin to upgrade marine attack to a +1 value. When the dragoons come, they will have a sweet surprise.

Your mineral supplies are growing and you begin construction on a second barracks to continue the production of the U-238 armed infantry. The barracks gets to half life when suddenly, a full control group of zealots run up your soon-to-be-upgraded marine defended ramp. You curse your naive self for assuming that the protoss would sit back and tech. The 12 marines are no match for the speed-upgraded squad of zealots. and your base defense soon falls. Frantically, you micro your SCVs around the 8 remaining zealots, but you just don't have the skills required to micro a few SCVs to victory. Even Deon the Peon, after single-handedly damaging at LEAST 1 of the zealots, falls to their might. The marine upgrades were all for naught as your base collapses under the powerful psi-blades of the protoss warriors. You make your return to the terran high HQ. HeartCutter will not be happy...

Start over

You chose to build a second barracks

A second barracks is layed down by one of your SCVs in preparation for an early zealot rush. You considered a second barracks to be the best choice due to the fact that you didn't wall in and commander Illgetdroped is directly next to you.

When the second barracks finally finishes, you notice that you have a surplus of minerals allowing you to begin the construction of a vespene gas refinery and an acadamy. Taking a glance back to your ramp, you give yourself a hearty pat on the back when you realize that you never stopped training marines. The decision pays off when almost a control group of zealots walk up your ramp. Two zealots are dispatched by your 15+ marines before they even get close, and another two follow soon afterwards. Both sides sustain HEAVY losses, but with a little dancing, you manage to ride out the storm.

The mid game is soon approaching as your barraxes pump and your treasuries grow. Suddenly, you are confronted by a gutsy peon.

"What should we do now commander ? Us peons are itching to get new production underway".

You notice a little a little desperation in his voice - probably something that comes from the lifetime of work sucking in vespene fumes.

"Get to work on a... well... a..."

What unit tech should proceed with?

starport rush

vultures

tanks

You chose to build an acadamy

" build me an acadamy"

You instruct a young peon

"And while your at it, get me a refinery"

A yes sir is muttered as he turns around to begin his laborious tasks.

SCVs and marines are pumped continuously to build you an economy and solid defense respectively and, when, finally, your acadamy finishes, you start training firebats and a medic. A marine scout that you sent to Illgetdroped's base is intercepted about 1/3 of the way there by a squad of at least 12 zealots. Your eyes open wide and you begin radioing orders to your infantry defense. The defensive setup is a sturdy one against any melee unit.

A semicircle of your 8 marines is erected around the top of the ramp while the current force of 3 firebats holds position at the top of the ramp. Finally, in the center of the firebats stands a medic, placed there to get in the way of the attacking forces. The 12 zealots turn out to be NO problem for the combined forces even though two firebats were lost due to some medic wandering.

After the battle, you call the pretty young medic up to your office for some "punishment". :)

Now that the early game rush threat is over, you quickly begin to think about the future. A comsat is erected in case Illgetdroped employs the phantom dark templar against you and you consider constructing a factory to provide some higher tech forces to match those of his soon to come. All of this is clear but the one thing that isn't is what should you do now...

What unit tech should proceed with?

tanks

starport rush

2nd and 3rd rax

You chose to tech to a starport

A starport, as you learned in you briefing, is an essential part of any terran's production. You've personally seen the power of the mammoth battlecruisers and have witnessed the terror that the shreiking wraiths imbue in someone's mind. A grin crosses your face when you think about the destructive power starports can harvest.

Before a starport can be erected, however, you must get a factory - which you immediatly begin construction on. Just as the factory finishes and a starport is begun, a quick ComSat is ordered on the protoss base. What do you see?

a robotics facility

a robotics support bay

2 gateways with blinking lights

5 or 6 dragoons with a shuttle hovering overhead.

Ok.. what did General Heartcutter say about reaver drops? Ack, where did you put those plans?! *sigh*, ok well, you decide to just do the logical thing and blow the damned shuttle out of the sky before it can land.

Two starports have been erected and 3 wraiths have been built by the time a scan notices two reavers loading into a shuttle. The patrolling wraiths are quick to shoot at the harbinger of death (shuttle) before it even leaves the safety of its own base. It manages to make it to your plateau and unload just one of its deadly cargo before it is blasted out of the air in a flutter of gemini missles. The one reaver threat is quickly dealt with with a well placed tank, hidden behind a wall of supply depots, and wraith fire.

Excellent! You came out on top of that little conflict, losing nothing compared to his 600/400 lost in the exchange. Illgetdroped must be hurting for resources and will probably either expand soon or try a frontal charge. Now that the path to starports has been taken, there are only two logical things to do... but which should you choose?

What unit should proceed with?

wraiths

battlecruisers

You chose to produce vultures

The SCV commanded to build a factory for your master plan involving vultures seemed disbelieving at first

"Vultures? Ummmm.. sir are you sure you want to entrust our future to a bunch of hillbilly bikers?

The young worker had obviously never seen vultures in action. The devastating spider mines were reason enough to get at least a small group of the bikes. The trick was knowing how and where to use them.

When the first factory and machine shop had finished construction and a second had started, a ComSat scan of Illgetdroped's base relayed some crucial information:

" Sir! We see reaver production in full swing! A single robotics facility is producing both reavers and shuttles... Just thought we should let you know sir."

Hmm a reaver drop - the giant metal slugs could prove tough to crack - too bad we can't just pour salt on them and shrivel 'em up ;). Oh well, it is painfully obvious what the protoss' plan is: a worker line reaver drop. Unfortunately you had teched to vultures - not the most useful against reavers right?.. Right??

Haha... of course you know that the reaver drop will be no problem.

A shuttle glides over the top of your base as its progress is carefully monitered from your vantage point in the command center. The two reavers unload as 6 or so well placed spider mines spell their doom. Heh, just as easy as salting real slugs ;).

You came out way ahead on the previous scuffle, losing only 3 SCVs in a lucky scarab shot. Illgetdroped must be hurting for cash, but, if you continue with your vulture policy, you may not be so lucky next time an attack comes. You must continue to produce and/or tech. The decision of what to do is yours..

What tech should proceed with?

more factories

tech to ghosts

You chose to produce tanks

A factory was constructed with tanks on the menu. Tanks actually happen to be your favorite terran mech force. The raw power that you could feel from miles away with every arclite shell was invigorating. Their abilities were advanced far beyond those of reavers due to the high-low ground attacking capabilities. The hammer of the terran forces had you picturing the morbid scene of dozens of dragoons dying to the massive firepower. A grin soon crossed your face...

When the first factory finished, a machine shop was added on and the same peon began construction of yet another factory. It was at that moment that your ComSat finished and you had serious debates as to where to scan. You considered checking out Illgetdroped's main to see what was on his menu but you finally decided on scanning his expansion. There was a group of almost a dozen dragoons and two or three zealots sitting there but no expansion attempts were found. Curses! No useful information was harvested from the 50 energy.

You hear the "construction complete" message and click back to your second factory. Two tanks have been produced and seige tech is halfway finished... things are looking good! Suddenly 6 or so SCVs explode in a blast of mettalic shards and you quickly center your vision on the mineral-harvesting laborers outside of your command center. Two reavers, the hammer of the protoss, were pounding away at your mineral line. You move in your two tanks and 20 marines, only to be completely annihilated, leaving massive piles of blood everywhere. "research complete" - oh wow, seige mode, a fat lot of good that will do you now... One damaged reaver remains destroying your command center when two new tanks pop out. They are seiged and blast the cursed reaver right off of the map. A huge sigh of relief is released from your tensed body as you see the tank's turrets turn and fire in the opposite direction. 10 zealots and 15 dragoons show up at the bottom of your ramp, firing at the now-empty bunker and barracks. The two tanks fight valiantly and actually manage to take out a zealot and two dragoons before the zealots can get up on the cliff and target them. It is over... You lift off the command center and make a hasty retreat... maybe you will be back again another day... then again, maybe not.

Start over

You chose to produce tanks

After celebrating the utter owning of the zealots, you order the construction of a factory to produce the hammer of the terran army - the tank. The destructive power of the arclite shells is more terrifying than any other ground force. You know - from personal experience - that when a protoss commander hears the boom of the tank, they nearly wet their pants on the spot. Heh, tanks will do just fine.

A quick scan of Illgetdroped's base reveals a robotics facility in production. Hmm, good thing you got this information early you think. You will be prepared for reavers and drops when the time comes. You brainstorm a little anti-reaver drop plan as you give orders for two factories to begin construction. A marine scout reveals a small collection of maybe 5 or 6 dragoons outside of the protoss base. He must be spending all of his moneyon the higher tech units. That reminds you, the reaver drop will probably go off soon. You quickly set down a defense that general HeartCutter outlined so many times. A ring of depots around your SCVs with a 2 tank 1 bunker defense in the middle.

As soon as seige tech finishes, your army consists of about 20 marines and 3 tanks, excluding the 2 in your depot ring. Another scan on the protoss main reveals an empty main - uh oh, that shuttle is gone! You switch monitors to your own plateau just in time to see a shuttle cruise over your base. It gets within bunker range and quickly turns around. Not to be stopped by a simple bunker, the shuttle unloads a reaver a little ways beyond the depot ring. As expected, it gets blown up in seconds by your two tanks and a stimmed group of marines takes out the shuttle before the second reaver can even unload.

Illgetdroped sure let himself slip during that assault - you won in the resource battle as well as the unit battle. Things are looking good - the reaver drop failed and you are continuing to produce. You give orders to a SCV to begin construction of a... a...

What tech should proceed with?

more factories

tech to a starport

You chose to produce a second and third barracks and go hard infantry

Flesh vs. metal - a classic terran strategic controversy since the first days of Starcraft. Luckily, you have learned from many lessons given to you from the terran guru HeartCutter that flesh has spectacular power vs. the protoss. If you can get up your two barraxes before he can get the weapons of mass destruction - reavers and templar. These two powerful protoss weapons make the medics shriek in fear and cling to the nearest man. Marines don't seem to mind them so much though ;).

Two SCVs are sent to prime locations to construct the two barraxes. You never forget marine/firebat/medic production however, remembering the mass slaughter of the earlier zealot attack. When the two barraxes fnally finish, a small horde of terran infantry is milling around at your natural expansion with scout marines placed around the perimeter to prevent a lucky psi storm butchering the collection of weak ass humans. You realize that you haven't gotten any hardcore information about Illgetdroped in quite a while, which prompts you to pull up the underused ComSat. A quick scan reveals a robotics facility and a dropship, quickly speeding towards your base.

Your eyes open to the size of dishplates as you quickly relay the information to your troops

"Squadrons alpha, beta, um... C, D, E... oh what the hell all of you guys get up here and TAKE THAT SHUTTLE OUT!!

The marines trip over themselves in a futile attempt to intercept the speeding shuttle. Of course, only 4 or so marines arrive on the spot by the time two reavers are unloaded directly into your supply line.

"shit!"

The huge groups of m and m's are are turned into pools of blood as scarab after scarab molests the tightly packed groups of infantry. A few times, marines get some good shots at the thick hulls of the reavers and one is almost killed, when, those marines too are forced to participate in the bloodbath. Two severely damaged reavers pound on your barraxes while marines are slowly but surely pumped out. In your desperation, all of the mineral gathering SCVs go up in smoke when you order them to attack the monstrosities. Two marines pop out immediatly after the reavers send the peons up to that mucho money mineral field in the sky. Feeding the reavers - a difficult, micro-intensive tactic especially against TWO reavers, is employed by the survivors and somehow both of the reavers are taken out. Surviving the battle with a mere 197 minerals and 3 marines remaining isn't looking so good, but, hey... its better than nothing. 3 SCVs are queued up for production and the marines go to sit in the bunker at your cliff.

A minute or so later, your economy has grown to a hearty 5 SCVs. Unfortunately, your defense is doing much worse than that pisspoor excuse of an economy.

The sound of gauss fire breaks the serene silence as you hear a disheartening "your forces are under attack" message. A full control group of goons, a reaver in a shuttle that was dropped up on the cliff and a half dozen zealots make short work of the defending 3 marines and proceed to destroy your entire base. Its all over... A video link up with protoss commander Illgetdroped lets you communicate to him a "good battle." *Sigh*, back to the terran HQ - but don't expect a hero's welcome...

Start over

You chose to build wraiths

The invisible aircraft have so many times caused mass havoc among the protoss ranks you controlled in the past. Now it is your turn. The cloaking power of wraiths makes them a worthy choice right off of the bat. Due to their incredible power en masse and the insanely annoying tactics that can be employed with these phantoms makes them the seemingly perfect anti-protoss choice.

Your request is quickly facilitated and a third starport is being constructed by a SCV. Meanwhile, your force of wraiths is continuing to grow. Illgetdroped, still not happy from losing his two reavers, expanded to his natural soon afterwards which you discovered through a calculated ComSat. A group of six cloakable wraiths have been built up when suddenly, goons come'a'knocking. A medium sized force of 15 or so dragoons and surprisingly, 2 templar parks in front of your small wallin. Luckily, even though you had been producing wraiths all of this time, you rarely slacked on tank production from the one factory. You remember the key to a successful wraith rush is a strong early defense, so, your 5 tanks sit from a vantage point on top of your cliff sniping down at the goons who trip over each other to get to the tanks. Unfortunately, you never decided to spread out your tanks - he was going reavers.. who expected a switch to templar?? Well, sadly enough, two consecutive storms actually manage to take out a cluster of 3 tanks leaving you with a bunker and two damaged tanks to defend. The enemy, however, is down to 3 dragoons who are futilely pounding away on the bunker as two SCVs repair it. Hmm, that battle came out pretty well in your favor, and lo and behold, you forgot to use your wraiths!

The force of now 8 wraiths cloak up and fly Illgetdroped's mineral line to create some havok. What information you can get from the protoss is absolutely cruical: 5 gateways, an observatory (bad news when going mass wraith ;[ ), and... surprisingly no dragoons. Hmm well, all the better for you, you suppose. You get to work on the probes when 2 dragoons show up to engage the flying phantoms. An observer must be spotting for the spiders because they take potshots at the wraiths. A few quick volleys from your growing force of now 10 wraiths can easily take out a dragoon so things are looking good. In fact, when the two dragoons get taken out, no more come. You switch vision back to your base to continue wraith production when you get the " your units are under attack" message. A quick tap of the console brings up a view of your quickly crumbling air fleet. Two consecutive psi-storms simply rape the attacking force. Due to the AI forcing the wraiths to attack the templar that cast the storm, they just fly through a second storm. You quickly try to send the remaining 3 back to your base when, at the cliff, 5 dragoons intercept you and send the rest of the wraiths to that big scrap metal pile in the sky. Wow, you really got it in the shorts on that battle - you lost a phenomenal amount of resources compared to the minimal amounts he lost on probes. Oh no, even worse, he is mining from a second nexus. You get that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize that you are being outresourced 2 to 1...

To add insult to injury, another dragoon/templar push on your ramp defense comes only moments later. SHIT! You never trained new tanks to replace the two remaining behemoths. Psi storms flash and the electrical interferance dsiconnects you from the ramp linkup. Even without the camera though, you can tell what is happening from the explosions and screams. The dragoon army makes quick work of your remaining defense and floods the base. Your attempt at defeating Illgetdroped was noble, but it seems it was all in vain... That sick feeling in your stomach doubles itself as you enter your dropship and make a hasty retreat to the terran HQ.

Start over

You chose to build battlecruisers

"Order me up a batch of battlecruisers Deon... we need the power"

A gleam shines over your eyes as you stare off into the distance. Terrible memories of the horrific roar of battlecruiser afterburners rages through your mind. This time, however, the tables have turned. The battlecruiser is a true weapon of destruction.

You quickly order up a third stargate and control towers on the second, already completed gate, while you send another peon in the opposite direction to construct a science facility. A quick scan on commander Illgetdroped's natural reveals a warping nexus as well as a small group of a dozen dragoons and 2 templar heading out towards your base. Uh oh.. templar.. psi-storm absolutely devastates battlecruisers, but if you can discourage the production of the noble templar, he may slack off on their production. The 5 wraiths remaining from shooting down the reaver drop cloak and fly off in the direction of the moving force. They are intercepted about halfway between your bases and you jump back in your seat in surprise. The dragoons target and immediatly begin to attack the cloaked wraiths.

A ComSat scan of the protoss main reveals an observatory... looks like its a good thing that you didn't choose to go mass wraith after all. Heh, well the 5 assassins aren't faring so well - they already lost 3 of their numbers and only one of the templar is dead. The remaining two are retreated before they, too, are reverted to scrap metal.

When the dragoon force reaches your ramp, they meet a friendly greeting of a nicely wrapped package of arclite. Five tanks cut down the ranks of the dragoons before they can get close enough to fight back. A psi-storm is loosed overhead, but the clustered tanks survive with minimal amounts of life. The remaining dragoons were quickly turned to blue soup. Phew... you begin to think how that attack might have gone if the other templar had survived...

Well, all of the previous battle's distractions had kept you from noticing that your first three battle cruisers had popped off of the assembly line. You, noticing an immense bolus of money, order up another two at each port and start a command center on your main plateau. A marine sent to Illgetdroped's expansion reveals that he is focusing on goon/templar production and that the expansion is online and being harvested at full capacity :(. The sick feeling that you get in your stomach when you realize that you are being outresourced 2 to 1 begins to sink in. In a move to increase your mineral supplies even more, two SCVs, four marines, and two tanks are sent to the 3:00 expansion. One SCV begins a CC while the other begins a bunker. Little do you know, however, that an observer is sitting above the minerals, watching as the command center is constructed...

Your 7th, 8th, and 9th battlecruisers pop out of the starports just as your command center that you started on your cliff finishes. It lifts and floats down to the natural expansion, bringing your entire defensive network with it. Five tanks and nine battlecruisers watch the SCVs that were maynard transferred from your now empty main base.

Not all is well however... a sphere of plasma smashes the silence. You look at your SCVs, only too see two photon cannons sitting on the cliff, sniping down at the SCVs... Luckily for you, Illgetdroped didn't expect the cannons to be in tank range and one cannon is smashed the second it first attacks a peon. The remaining few sit from their vantage point, picking the harmless SCVs off one at a time. You quickly radio an order to the russian pilots of your medium-sized battlecruiser fleet to attack the cliff cheese tactic.

The three remaining cannons crumble under the battlecruisers' might and you smile to yourself when suddenly, the electric cackling of psi-storm shatters the victory.

Your battlecruisers split up in panic when they realize that they have lost vision to the electrical storms.

"What the hell is causing this interference?! We've lost radio contact with HQ and the rest of the squadron... KKRRRRRRAAAAACCCKKKKKKKKK..
Booooooopp
Booooooopp.. Hull breach.. Hull breach, major power source shutting down..."

The battlecruisers all survive the storm of course, but when dragoons strike your defense head-on only moments later, things aren't looking too good. The five tanks make goon soup out of the front lines, but the mechanical spiders move forward like a tide. The entire natural expansion is razed in seconds. The remaining 9 damaged battlecruisers take on the 15 or so dragoons, only to be cut down in a well placed psi-storm. You frantically scream orders into the radio. The main base must stay protected!

Two more tanks shoot down on the advancing goons when you decide to send in the newly-trained 6 battlecruisers. The protoss forces are paralyzed with empty psi-energy templar and a control group of damaged goons. The attack is stopped in its tracks, but what was the cost? Who really won that battle?

You look to the future instead of dwelling on the past and, in retaliation, send the 5 remaining battlecruisers to Illgetdroped's main base. You notice that his minerals are empty at his main and his gateways stand barren - lacking the prescence of troops. Oh well, its not your perrogitive to complain about the lack of enemy forces. The spread out BCs (you learned your anti-templar lesson) slowly plow through his meager defenses. The battlecruiser push is thwarted at his natural expansion, however, by some good goon micro so you retreat to wait for reinforcements.

The last mineral full expansion of yours, the 3:00 o'clock main, relays a distress message to you and a quick inspection of the situation shows 7 goons remaining, having taken out the defense, picking off your workers. What to do.. what to do... Attack him or protect your last resource node... You take the benefit of the doubt and attack his main, hoping that your newly trained force of 7 BCs can take out all he has left. The lasers fire and splatter dragoons where they stand. The battle is over... you won this time. =]

You win!