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Neither do I.

I forgot to post this earlier

                It was a dark and stormy night. Mr Kotick stared out the window, the weather reflected his tumultuous mood. He knew he had no choice, the investor's hunger and lust for money had to be sated. Black ops 2 had to be released. He wept silently, what other choice did he have? He had no other option than to unleash this turd onto the unsuspecting public.

                It had all started twenty years ago, when Bobby was just a young aspiring junior CEO working for Activision. It had been a bright and beautiful day, the sun had been shining and the sky had only been blemished by a few fluffy bunny like clouds that hopped through the sky, like giant white march hares made of water vapour. Bobby had only been there a week and had yet to fully learn the layout of his new workplace and as such the inevitable had happened, he had become lost among the winding corridor's of Activision headquarters. He remembered it being humid and very dark, it had felt totally disconnected from the fine day it was outside.

                After what had seemed like hours of aimlessly wondering trying to find his desk in the dank stony hallways he had come across a sinister looking oak door. Despite a sense of incredible foreboding that filled him when he looked at the door he decided to investigate it.

                He had gently pushed back the door, though it had appeared to be constructed from a heavy oak it was as light as a feather and easily swung back at his light girlish touch. A baleful red glow emanated forth from the opened aperture there was no longer any turning back Bobby stepped through the portal, slowly, carefully and was confronted with a sight too horrible to imagine.

                The room  he had entered was gargantuan, he could not see the ceiling nor the walls, it was as though he had stepped outside, at least in regards to the openness; the atmosphere however resembled the outdoors as much as the bottom of a well. The sky was blood red and the ground was a garish purple, with surface of like that of jagged rocks.  But before the young Activison employee could absorb any more of his surroundings a malevolent voice rang out.

                 "Come in my dear Robert! You're just in time!" Cackled the Johannes Tagliatelli, majority stock holder of Activision. Before the junior CEO all the shareholders had congregated, they were stood in a loose semicircle, with Bobby roughly in the middle. Suddenly he noticed something horrible, before him lay the naked form of a young girl, blood had been splattered in the area. her rib cage rent asunder, something truly horrible was happening here.

                "It is terrible is it not?" Said Mr Tagliatelli, his tall slender form stood behind Robert, a toothy grin had begun to creep across his face. "Truly shameful, we have no choice but to do this to remain in your world and though her soul was truly delicious she cannot sustain us for long." He leant down to Bobby's level, laying his gangling skeletal hands on the young CEO's shoulders. Bobby could now see the jagged blood caked teeth, he smelled the stench of decay on the stockholder's breath. "That is why we recruited you, my dear Robert! Our most precious Robert! Only you have the talent to secure our continued existence, you and you alone. We must have souls and you alone have the means to ensnare them for us." The young Robert was shaking "Why me?" he thought on the verge of tears though he was already weeping inwardly, "Better that you don't know my dear Robert" the monstrous form of Tagliatelli said, raising himself up to his full height. "That way we can be sure you will not attempt to subvert our plans. Though rest assured, we do not take subversion lightly."

                It was all too much for the poor man, Mr Kotick was only mortal after all, he surmised that he had blacked out at that point. He had found himself awake at his desk and life had gone on as normal. In time he had almost forgotten the dreadful incident in the bowels of the Activision HQ, attributing it to a rotten falukorv he had eaten the night before, Swedish food was like Swedish music. Absolutely vile and disgusting.

                But now he knew as he started gloomily out onto the rain soaked patio, he knew that it had been all too real. Though now he was too late, it was the eve of the black ops 2 launch, nothing could be done to stop it, so many poor innocent souls were doomed.

                Peter Larsson sat brooding in the Gothenburg-Landvetter Airport, it was time to take action. For as long as he could remember his life had been enthralled by the popular video game series "Call of Duty". It had consumed his very soul, for too long had he sat in his mother's underground sex dungeon, having his essence utterly violated by the modern fps. It had alienated him from his family, all his friends and it had ruined his promising career as a Perverted Justice operative. Now he spent his days as a salesman, selling alcohol to minors in an attempt to fuel his addiction.

                It was time for the salesman, time to end it all once and for all. Before he went down however he would eliminate the source of his ruination, the mastermind behind the Call of Duty franchise. His gate opened, his moment had arrived. Robert Kotick had to die.

                Mr Kotick flinched at the sound of someone beating heavily on his door, thunder cracked as he went to greet his unexpected guest. Perhaps they could help him forget about the evil he was about to unleash. He unlocked the door and on opening it he was confronted with an absolute wreck of a man. A pale slab of flesh with bloodshot jaundiced eyes. Mr Kotick knew immediately that this poor man's condition had been caused by Robert himself, by the hit video game series "Call of Duty".

"W-why d-do you do this to us Mr Kotick?" stammered the wretched man in a unsettling sounding southern drawl, "I w-won't let you d-do this to anyone e-else!" he said as he laboriously brought a pistol to bear at the haggard CEO. Robert lowered his gaze, he knew he deserved it but at that moment, on seeing the strength this young derelict had mustered an idea had occurred to him. Perhaps all was not lost after all.

                "I probably deserve it" Said the CEO grimly, "but hear me out first, I never intended for this to happen." Suddenly he stared at the slightly overweight Swede straight in the eyes. "I can still make this right, even at this late hour. I just need your help". It was enough for the impressionable young salesman, though he had come fully intending to kill the man before him he had not expected such remorse from him. He believed him and he still wanted to make things right. He lowered his gun.

                Within an hour they were racing down the road toward Activision headquarters, though the wild wind and the pouring rain they raced forth, the fate of the world in the balance.

               

                Robert rushed to explain the events that took place twenty years ago while they attempted to lose themselves among the labyrinth, to find that dark forbidden place that evil called home within the depths of Activison headquarters.

                After an hour of frenzied searching they found it, it was no less forboding now than it had been all those years ago. Silently, with one purpose in mind they pushed back the door.

                What confronted them was a most macabre sight, the entire board of investors naked, floating gently around in the air tethered to a glowing pair of blue balls that lay directly in front of them. Robert spotted Johannes Tagliatelle among the crowd, a serene look on his sharp face.

                "Those balls must be what siphons the souls to them." Said Peter, now an expert in the occult and American politics after Mr Kotick's lengthy speech. "Give me your gun" said the determined CEO, "I started all this, this is all my fault I should be the one to finish it."

                He took peters gun and he shot the investors square in the blue eldritch balls. Immediately they saw the effect, the pale face of Johannes Tagliatelle contorted painfully before he disolved into ash along with the other stockholders. It was finally over. "We can rest now Peter" said Bobby collapsing to his knees, "We did it."

MEETING

Scrim Schedule:
19:45

Monday
Tuesday
Thursday

Jibing
Leshrac
                                                                                                                                                                   
               1.5k                                                                 6k

Bounty Hunter
                                                                                                                                                                   
                                         3k                                                           6.7k

Disruptor
                                                                                                                                                                  
    0.5k                                              3.7k


Tidehunter
                                                                                                                                                                   
               1.5k                                                  5.1k

Halibel
Sand King
                                                                                                                                                                    
               1.5k                                   3.7k    

Leshrac
                                                                                                                                                                   
               1.5k                                                                 6k

Rubdick
                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                              4.8k                                                    7.6k

Puck
                                                                                                                                                                   
                                         3k                                                                   7k

JohnFreeman
Necrolyte
4600 gold, Mek, drum, basic boots
8600 gold, agha or bkb

Queen of Pain
5100 gold, aghanims/orchid, basic boots, bottle
10600 gold, guinsoo

Anti-mage
5850 gold, power treads + battlefury
10750 gold, manta style

Venomancer
500 gold, boots
4300 gold , arcane boots + mek / pipe

Invoker
4300 gold, phase boots, bottle, drums/force staff
10550 gold, desolator, crystalys

Chaos Knight
3700 gold, power treads, drums, magick stick
6300 gold, armlet

Rubdick
4800 gold
7600 gold

Lanaya
4300 gold, phase boots, blink dagger, bottle
8400 gold, desolator

kopa
Enigma
3600 boots, soul ring, mek/blink dagger
8000 upgraded boots, bkb

Syllabear
3000 upgraded boots on both 
8150 radiance

Luna
3250 upgraded boots, drums,
8150 Manta style or BKB

Windrunner
3700 Upgraded boots + foecstaff / mek
7600 BKB

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Salesman is gay

DotA is hard (NOT FINISHED)

Below I'll be discussing the understanding of the different phases of the game. But, what the hell are these phases? They're always named, people know when they're there but they have no idea how it happened. It's fleeting...or is it?

"It's the heroes that have phases, the game's phase is just a culmination of every hero's development."

These phases, as we call them are really just performance peaks for heroes. When enough heroes have their peak the game will automatically shift into the next phase. Every hero has two of these peaks and they're what initiates their next phase.

"All heroes have two peaks. Midgame and lategame."

Here're some examples of heroes that have their peaks at different amounts of gold in the game.

Sand King
                                                                                                                                                               
             1.5k        3.5k
Morphling
                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                        7.5k                                              12.5k
Phantom Assassin
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     4.5k                                               10k
Chen
                                                                                                                                                               
0k                               3.8k

The general rule is, the more expensive the peak, the more impact it will have. However if it costs a lot then the impact can happen much later than you need it. Sand King peaks a lot faster than Morphling and could potentially use that to his advantage and change the game around while Morphling's still catching up.

What we want to do is specify when the heroes we use peak, and use those peaks to device a way to win every phase of the game.

"Winning."

THE WEDNESDAY SCHEDULE

Time to get back on the horse, and fuck it! 19:00 OK for everyone? Also! We'll be bringing in Jibing's friend Halibel to try out for the team. I'll be streaming if anyone else'd like to watch.

Back to back!

Everyone's back! You know what that means? We should soon get in gear to becoming the best there is. The first goal, or tournament that we need to do well in is Dreamhack Winter. I know that I've said before we need to shape up on our theory and I guess after our next meeting it'll be time to do that. What time is good for you guys to start?