Best Games of April 2018



Minutes to Solar eclipse.





"This is a macro blink DT" - Artosis



Ah, the famous 50min spore crawler timing.



Vincent and Jules, if they were enlisted by the Dominion forces.



This is what Zerg nightmares are made of.

The Has Award: Games that are so weird they defy conventional definitions of good and bad



Once upon a midnight dreary, while I watched Star, hangover, weary,

Over many a quaint and curious game of third rate region—

While I nodded, nearly sleeping, suddenly there came a beeping,

As of some one gently pinging, pinging in my Discord room.

“’Tis some Aussie,” I muttered, “pinging me at three o'clock—

Only this and nothing more.”



Ah, distinctly I remember it was past balanced December;

And each abusing Terran player made some Ghosts and cloaked them all.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the long dead game—

For the proper state of balance whom the angels name pre-Blizzcon—

Nameless here for evermore.



And the easy, sad and faster massing of the flying caster

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some bulls*** in this game with avilo—

Easy bulls***, bad strategy from an even worse region;—

This it is and nothing more.”



Presently my anger grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was wasted, and so gently you came thinking,

And so faintly you came pinging, pinging in my discord room,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the stream;—

Stallmate there and zero skill.



Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the stallmate was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Draw?”

This avilo whispered, and the echo murmured back the word, “No!”—

Merely this and nothing more.



Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a beeping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is someone in discord active;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

’Tis the discord and nothing more!”



Chage the tabs here I to stream, where the sleepy caster faked his scream

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, seekered the opposing flock—

Perched and gaining up energy just above the turret ring—

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.



Then this silly shit beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the dumb and goof decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy spells be cheap and broken, thou,” I said, “art sure no OP,

Ghastly grim and flocks of Ravens gathering from 5 starports—

Tell me what this awful game was by Blizzard so allowed!

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”



Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing avilo ask for a draw—

Without all of his buildings already lifted off,

With opponent's named "avilo".



But the Ravens, sitting lonely on above the turret ring, cast only

That one spell, as if others were so much worse.

Nothing farther then he uttered—not a lockdown drone—

Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other players've been done for long—

On the morrow he will leave game, as he cannot win no more”

Then the clown said “I want a draw”



Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy Master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘This is a draw’.”



But the Ravens still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I made myself a coffe, and a toast and closed the door;

Then, while avilo's bank was sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this self-absorbed boy—

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and self-absorbed boy

Meant in croaking “This is draw.”



This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the armchair’s plastic lining that the sun-light gloated o’er,

But whose planteries lining up that they whole map now cover

He shall press, "This is a draw".



Then, suddenly, ruling was decided, called by some dimwitted scoundrel.

Swung by admin whose words echoed in our discord room.

“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy imaginary draw;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget - this game was lost!”

Quoth the admin “This is a draw.”



“Idiots!” said I, “THERIDDLER's winning!—idiot still, can't be admining!—

Whether Blizzard sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Stalled for a while yet now decided, by avilo was enchanted—

On this map by Ravens haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there reason to call a draw?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

Quoth all Twitters “They ruled a draw.”



“Idiots!” said I, “THERIDDLER's winning!—idiot still, can't be admining!—

By that Blizzard that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant future,

It shall rule a tournament in the game whose life long gone—

With the wicked sick state of Ravens, introduced after Blizzcon

Quoth then Blizzard “Nevermore.”



“Be that game our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Blizzard's balance team!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my ZvT unbroken!—quit the building of starport!

Take thy beak from out our game,, and take with thy what you have brought”

Quoth the Raven “I'm sorry, commander, I'm afraid I can't do that..”



And the Raven, never dying, still is sitting, still is sitting

Casting seekers, just above the turret ring;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the result of this match makes me about StarCraft think;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

More recommended games from April 2018

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