the eternal witness -- unearth loop is almost as glorious as the witness / reveillark thing
ano -- let's type some more stuff, i'm obsessed with the connection between games (having played all the best ones, or so i tell myself!) and i'm guessing it's a topic dear to you too, as well as jason. (wadds, feel free to take any or all of this for the front page if you like)
SC2 comments -- i came away from SC2 with the understanding that army composition was somewhat more important than in SC (due to less micro, in part) but the 'counters' or 'checks and balances' system seemed at once more artificial and less cut-and-dry. I stopped playing bw in, uhhh, late 2007, so i could ask a bunch of dumb questions about what happened between then and the 'death' of the game but i'll content myself with one: did the mutalisk micro thing make it impossible to go scourge after ling in ZvZ? -- beyond that i should have preferred sc2, as strong macro was my one asset as a competitive BW player (aside from hyper-acute 'timing' that earned the admiring epithet 'maphacker,' when, in fact, i was playing on a macintosh), but i ended up feeling the same way as you did. that's part of why i say BW was a miracle.
now i suppose all of you are wondering how i got this nice eMac as a whiny tween mathlete dork. so you get more reminiscing!! i had this 'friend' who wanted to be, quite desperately and in vain, as cool as my best friend and me. every saturday he would call my friend's house, inducing dread when the caller ID was discerned, to invite himself over in a way that almost demands the adjective 'aspie.' neither of us liked this, but at that age especially one tends to accept that kind of thing as naturally as getting up way too early and being pissy and tired all the time, as either a middle-schooler or MTG grinder. one weekend we don't get the call and note with relief and pleasure the other kid's absence. at school the next day he shows up with a massive band-aid over his stomach; apparently his bicycle, which is in my humble only a reasonable alternative to a car when you're 14, had been mirror'ed by a passing truck. the end result was injuries that were inconsequential enough that he was fine, but frightening and gruesome enough that (we hypothesize) his parents forbade him from re-creating his ludicrous stunt. i remember feeling like a prick when i realized how perfect circumstances had worked out in my favor, but this was still a net pleasure, of course. the metagame exists, kids!
that kid and my best friend, having respectively parents of wealthier and more negligent character, were able to purchase WC3 and play it immediately; my red iMac, which was to be fair a massive upgrade from the psychiatric-problem-laden 486, was not equal to the task, and thus it was necessary for 14-yo CML to blubber his way into a new processor. when i got the game, i quickly became as addicted as i had been to brood war, having less taste then i do now, but the ulterior motive was to rip that kid a new one. he still does little but condescend to people while smirking in an insufferable, childish way (he's a physics phd student, too, something which one imagines he's quite good at) so envisage him as you would the creator of XKCD and you can't be too far off -- you won't even have to sprain your brain too hard to turn him into a rising HS freshman, informing me with the annoying relentlessness of a Melee partisan's combo that i sucked, was terrible, etc. one afternoon i throw down the gauntlet on AIM, and he snap-accepts; and so it occurred that we were playing UD vs UD (though i'd later pioneer the AoW strategy with NE, and ascend to the lofty, pointless heights of 17th on the USEast latter while doing so) on that stupid fucking big map with enough bridges and creeps to make a PTQ look both easily accessible and psychologically rich. it's giving me pleasure now to imagine what was going through his head both prior to and during the game, but all i knew then was that he had made a lich, which was then the crappiest hero by far, and that it proved pretty easy to surround that lich and kill it. the next day he refused to bow down at school, so i waited until that summer, impersonated a girl who had gone to our MS / left only for 9th grade, got him to say a bunch of hilarious stuff on AIM, then printed it out and passed it around the school. it was utterly reprehensible and yet i am proud of it and not all that into pretending i find jokes of that type anything but magnificent, so long as they're on me sometimes.
ahhhhh good times
addendum: i now remember the reason i typed out this story. this kid was, contemporaneous with the era of starcraft, a vocal advocate of games like Total Annihilation Abortion 'because it had more units' or something. people like that are idiots. that memory makes me even prouder of my (literally) sophomoric prank.
addendum #2: the whole debate over the DQ is making me want to claw my eyes out, but what has been seen can't be unseen, right Dom?