As the title of this thread heralds, the regalement contained herein are ~at best~ an esoteric promulgation of assorted thoughts; informative disquisition, capricious fiction, tactical gameplay, vituperative remonstrance - a catalogue of action-packed theatrics aimed at propitiating my rapacious thirst for Enemy Territory grand finals.

My apologies in advance to prospective readers - the syntactical rectitude I aspire to occasionally mires my writing in an anacoluthia quagmire, and my penchant for the proverbial edge of the vocabulary envelope does little to dilute the somewhat confronting facade of my prose.

Enemy Territory is a living organism. It evolves. It devolves. It fluctuates as a living organism. So my personal relationship with Enemy Territory is as vitriolic as the relationship with myself and any other human - it changes every second. This season I really felt like we were falling apart. We, the Community, were certainly in line to suffer from such a split. I mean, there was misanthropic fury. I was overwhelmed. I fell back into my own naivety. I couldn't believe how angry the game was with me. It was like a vindictive woman - pure rage of its own existence. Because happy had hacked. Because some of the players are better than others; the anger, the inferiority that some of the woeful players feel, I felt, and I suddenly, was not welcome amidst this game anymore.

The game and I have had a reemergence of some kind in the finals. Maybe because I was able to refuel my passion by working laboriously and crawling my way back into the game; perhaps I paid proper respect to the supply gods. I can't be certain why the game was this angry with me during this season. I'm just glad that it's not quite as angry with me right now.

If I have an essential goal on within Enemy Territory right now, it is perhaps to be able to exhibit that I am thrilled to be around and to be still respected. The more thoughtful of us, I suppose the horses or whatever label you want to put on those experiencing their further individuality, might say like, "Look, why should you care about respect from others? I mean, just the thrill of bestowing your pwn on idiots is your own business." But that's not what Enemy Territory is for me. Enemy Territory is about the searchings for every worthwhile frag. It is about walking into the Goldrush bank and lusting after all the worthwhile ting-ting-tings. It is about comradeship. It is about pedro raging.

Predominantly though, it is about exhibitionism. You know, I want to look at a fragger and appreciate the beauty of a frag, for instance - Somebody else might say: "You can look at the fragged and become the fragger. Isn't that even better?" But then I further would love it in the context of the game, if I could look at the fragger, appreciate the beauty of the frag, and then have the fragger appreciate the beauty of me. 

That's how I feel about Enemy Territory right now. I mean, yes, becoming the fragger would be a lot of fun. I mean, I can do that, too. I can do that on Thursday afternoon. I think I'm free Tuesday night. I can try to become the fragger. But come the weekend, goddammit, I will appreciate the beauty of the fragger, and then likewise I will stand, exhibitionistic, having the fragger appreciate the beauty of me. And I think having an intimate, quote unquote "love affair" with a frag is far more psychotic and riveting than having a love affair with some of the b*****creatures of the human race.

I am fragging currently. I am fragging because I have dedicated myself to all that is creative and destructive in my life right now. And I'm equally in love with every aspect of my life, and all of the experiences that have caused me turmoil, and all of the experiences that have caused me glory. I am the exuberant whispered condolence in the Roman General's ears, "Glory is fleeting." And in that verb, that active verb "fleeting," there I lie. There I reside in this moment. I am in love with the frantic cacophony of chaos that is this limitless universe. I am in love with Enemy Territory.

The winner? You. Every single one of you.

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Edited once, 6/10/10 - 12:21am.

oh my

brort teerz 2 ma i'z a++

<3

wp horses

Sounded like a good match

one of the best write ups ever

edited once, im impressed.

ggz wp both

Cia, those 3 years spent doing an arts degree all lead to this write up.

I like CIA

I like long walks on the beach, pina coladas & getting caught in the rain

who r u first?

I'm not reading that and dongo ..YOU have created a monsta

why post?