I’m a competative jerk-face
August 12, 2010 8 Comments
I play to win.
When I play Warhammer, I don’t like going into a fight ill-prepared. I always have a liniment and a pot up. I always have stacks of health pots available. I make sure that my tactic build and gear choice are the best for my group. I bring said group with me.
When I play Starcraft 2, I scout early with a probe/drone/SCV. I try to build accordingly to a reasonable build older. I use control groups for my headquarters, for my unit productions, and I know the short-cut keys for pretty much all actions. I make use of groups for various units, use shift-orders consistently for planned movement/build/attacks.
Basically, I do everything in my power in games I play to perform at a reasonable level of competency that I am happy with. I know I won’t be the best at everything, but I like to think that I’m decent to good.
That said, I tend to get frustrated by two things as a result. The first, are excuse makers. Nothing grinds my gears harder than someone who has to point fingers at outside reasons to qualify a loss. This is the group of Warhammer players who cry about Nerfed Buttons, AutoFocus, or premades. Losing sucks, it always has, always does. Sometimes things really are in the other person’s favor, but just as frequently, they are in yours. There’s a phrase I heard in regards to baseball once that is appropriate I think:
Everyone will win 40 games, and everyone will lose 40 games, it’s what you do with those last 40 that matter.
The second is myself. When I am just unable to overcome a situation and not determine where the hell I went wrong. Last night was a prime example of this. I lost three matches in Starcraft back to back against terrans. I started off sending my probe to investigate, finding their ramp walled off by the classic barracks/supply depot. I presume there will be a bioball rush (Marines, Marauders, Medivacs). The first match, I rushed zealots there to try and break the wall and get into the soft squishy bits – and failed. The second match I massed stalkers zealots with a sprinkling of dark templars for confusion/quick kills – and failed. The third match, I went with zealots for the ground, photon cannons at the gates, and void rays for the air – and failed. It wasn’t until I went to sleep, that a lightbulb clicked in my head, and I realized how retarded I had been – Collosi! I was pissed when losing, because I couldn’t figure out a solution.
By the same token, I expect other’s to always play to win. I don’t ask for quarter, and I don’t want any. It’s a sucker’s bet, and will bite you in the ass. I remember way back in high school, my friends and I would play Magic the Gathering during lunch, or when free time permitted. In one match against a friend, I had Dakkon Blackblade out, and had my friend on the ropes. I was feeling superior and like I had the game in the bag. I went about five turns not attacking with this powerhouse, and clinching the win. I remember it took five turns, because that’s how long it took my friend to concoct a come-from-behind win of devastation.
Play your best, and pray your opponents does as well. In the end, no one will feel cheated, and everyone can just appreciate the fun of the game.