Andrew and I had a nice little bout of Starcraft matches from 1 AM or 2AM until 5 AM on Sunday morning. It was thrilling to get my ass completely slaughtered in all four games. We alternated races each game. I started with Protoss, went to Zerg, and then Terran before looping back to Protoss.

In the first game with Protoss, I’d completely forgotten about useful units and abilities like Arbiters and Recall, and reavers with their deliciously explosive scarabs.

In the Zerg game, I built a large group of Zerglings and a few Lurkers expecting to initiate a ground assault, until I discovered it was an island map with no bridges. Having no way to efficiently transfer units, I died.

In the Terran game…well, I never play as Terran. I just kept running from spot to spot with burning buildings, until Andrew destroyed me with an infested Terran Command Center. Come to think of it, I don’t know where the hell he got the Command Center from…

And, in the last game, I was boxed into the bottom of the map by a line of Andrew’s missile turrets. At this point, I was screwed. No Protoss ground unit has the range to attack from a distance to clear away the bridge, and no air unit would be able to get past those turrets.

So, to Blake and Liam, we really need to have some wicked games of Starcraft. I say this because I need a teammate in order to smite Andrew.