A year ago I remember staring into the void. Actually I was just watching the other balcony across the street where John Johnny was smoking a fag. He was wearing a pair of old sweatpants. He had stuffed his left palm to his groin underneath the pants and stretching his right foot on the balcony rail. The moment was gritty in its best.
I had just lost the National Championship of Battlefield 3 to Australians. I was now a Silver Lion.
Sobby songs ranged melancholicly in the background while blue smoke draw violent figures in my stressed imagination. I intended to flush the taste of shit down with lame beer, but even after the third bottle I could taste it. The bitterness. That was all I had left - except the virtual silver trophy in Clanbase, the merciless sneering from the victors, the whining of my own players and a handful of excuses. Twelve thousand If's.
We had just locked Australia. Their last base in Kharq Island was blinking, halfway to neutral. They had nothing in the air. Not even flies, not even good 'ol jolly laughing was in the air. Zennappi had cleared everything. Konnari swept everything else there was left. Our tank was rolling towards the baserape-point next to the hangar. We had just wiped the remaining australian warriors from C and A flags. They were in a lockdown. "This is our game!" I shouted.
Little we knew. The server was shot down with a huge bang by an Low-Orbit Ion Cannon.
There's no telling that was it the australians or someone else who shot the server down on that magical moment, but hell it was effective. Everything went back to the beginning. Yeah, we got some tickets to the lead, but we lost our morale. It was just nonsense. They got a new, fresh start and they used it darn well. Our efforts were blown to the wind, they got enough tickets drained and the game was over.
I made a promise while watching Johnny's almost-onanism that I'd never do this again. It was just too much of mental agony. I'd walk all across the wilderness to prove myself as a man or I would even do some honest work for the change, but that was just too much. My mental health was being raped by the countless IF's. Nothing grinds your gears more than a defeat in the finals. Especially if there's any IF's left in the finals. I had to concentrate on something else, which wouldn't fuck up my mental health like this.
I must confess that everything else I did, deteriorated my mental health more and more. It was a natural leap for me to jump back to the rails after ThnD gave up the captainship. To lock, load and try not to LOL again. Ready for the next mental rape.
I just had to do it. To take back the leash of the pillaged horse and stop it before the ravine. I had declined to do that multiple times, but when UNIVERSE Silver came asking me "please".. It became apparent that if I wouldn't have taken the reins as the Captain of Finland, unfortunately no-one would have. I just had to do it. To gather up the remains of the finnish national team.
Not that it would be very glossy and a job where you'd be thanked. It's really vice versa, everybody here forgets the winner and hates the loser.
Unfortunately for Poland this same request really neglected their path to the finals. With the new team set up from siXFinns and Luxari - and everybody else I could scrape up in such short notice was too strong for the polish. Despite the fact they had the worlds best littlebird-pilot.
The small angry bird was ricocheted back to the ocean before he could do any real damage in Noshahr Canals. Poland had really low ticket lead after and it didn't serve them well in Grand Bazaar.
I couldn't help myself feeling sorry for Silver. I knew that he had really hoped to get to the finals and win the whole thing. They had practised a lot, they had a great lineup. The only thing he was given afterwards was one IF.
If I just had kept my mouth shut, tooked a W/O from Finland and emerged to the finals. Could I have won? I see much similarity to the mental hurt which I suffered. What if the server hadn't DDOS'd down? Would we have won?
I didn't feel sorry for long since now I was in the finals. Beating couple of moonshine crazed polaks wasn't even a feat compared if I would conquer this whole thing. A self-lit fire deflagrated when I thought about how many times Finland has won NationsCup in the history of all Battlefield games. Gentlemen, that's two times. That's like ten times less then I'd fancy it.
The other huge finnish players failed to withstand the mental deterioration what this game causes - I couldn't let them down again now could I?
Yet I find myself staring at the booming swedish triumph-ish storm in the horizon. If I really concentrate I can even hear the Game of Thrones soundtrack amidst the thunder. The movie they made from the Danes. With Rocky on it. The quotes.
Only thing that really is missing from there is a threat to the Finns. I guess they forgot to put it in while making that huge avatar of penisboasting. But the boasting and the quotes, the fun of making the video and the joy of being in the finals - they are all well deserved.
Sweden has finally regained something what they lost when Genuine-gaming crashed. Their self-esteem. EYEBALLERS alone couldn't fill up the vacuum left by this huge team and it didn't - swedes were left in a space too big for them. Like having one pair of underwear in a huge dressing room.
The big names what Sweden had in the past are gone and they are not coming back. That's something what they share in common with Finland. I stand as an antique relic from the museum - an artifact of the past - when I'm being compared with all these new names, new faces there are.
But these new faces and new names have done something what the old ones couldn't do. They go forward. And we all just hope that the self-esteem won't vanish after a possible defeat in the finals. If it would then all the hard work these guys have done would be wasted. It's all about going forward. No matter what happens.
Now the Swedish horde has it all. It really doesn't have any weaknesses, they have their superstars. They are motivated, they have practised for this. They are ready. I could be scared.
Finland meets Sweden in the Battlefield 3 NationsCup XVI Finals. The maps are chosen. Grand Bazaar for Finland and Operation Mètro for Sweden. By the looks of it the swedes have changed their golden crowns in to golden clowns with paper crowns, since this is the biggest mistake they have made. Maybe in all other Battlefield-serie games this could have been a well suitable option. Maybe in facing any other country they could have done what they pleased - and get away with it.
Choosing Operation Metro as the map against the Finns is bold, daring even. It's probably even ludicrously stupid. I would have picked any airmap.
EYEBALLERS is a really top notch team - it always has been - but EYE vs siXFinns in a conquest match is an unsure call for the swedes. They still bear the scars of the lions' bites. Even if the swedish captain would reason the call with "the other players", it still looks grim. The swedes, by the looks of it, just stuffed their head into a lions den.
It's the Labours' day again.
And now again, I see myself sitting at the same balcony. I sip my lame beer and stare at the miserable concrete hell. It really is fucking gritty. Expect Johnny wears jeans and doesn't suffer from STD anymore.
The Silver Lion will have his Golden Crown, even if I'd need to rip it out of the swedish flag. They have three anyway. Who would miss one? It's the Labours' day. He has some serpentine on his groin. Fucking gritty.
For Sweden atleast.
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