zebra

Solution: Play a different race

Solution: Play a different race

Solution: Play a different race

I will be slowly going through the races code for efficiency and cleanliness purposes.
The following races have had code adjustments, but nothing should've changed in how they play. Let me know if you see anything weird:
Undead Scourge Default Orcish Horde Night Elf Blood Mage Shadow Hunter Chronos's jump description was updated, it previously said 5 seconds even though the cooldown was 6.
 
Dragon Knight now enters all 3 forms of his ult when it is level 4.
 
Glacius is now on developer but it needs some tweaking before I put it tester.
 
Master of War's bonus damage is magic instead of physical (unlike other physical damage, we were modifying the physical damage dealt, so it wasn't being cut by 50%. This isn't a damage buff, just alters the type of damage being dealt and what resistances affect it).

So, I should make changerace nuke ur cash?

So as a handful of people pointed out, the XP the players gained in my previous post (the one quoted below) was from "CSGO Pro rounds".
 
I did not punish other players for XP gained from these rounds, because the rules were semi-vague and CSGO Pro rounds seem "sG approved" when it requires an admin to give out the HP, negevs, etc. For that reason, I cannot punish these players.
 
The reason the players were originally punished is because the amount of XP gained was so obscenely high that I imagined there was no way they were not exploiting. I also did not have any admins show up in my "XP exploiting" log that I have, because the two admins involved (2 separate occasions) were not on CSGO Pro (or if they were, they gained little enough XP that I didn't notice them). As a result, I had a few reason to assume exploits:
1) I believed no admin was on, making CSGO Pro rounds impossible
2) There was the number of players showing up in the "XP exploits" log was appropriately low - enough that they could still get XP but few enough that it was reasonable they were possibly the only ones online
3) The XP gained was insane, like I said, Confag fired 3,000 bullets into enemies. This would be SO MUCH damage that there is no way someone with even 10k health would survive from a negev (or bizon, for that matter).
 
As such, I didn't check for admin command logs or ask the players. I felt like it was open and shut.
 
It was pointed out that I was wrong, and that it was CSGO Pro rounds. The way the XP gains were achieved is because the admins didn't set 10k health... one set 999mill health and I believe the other set 999k or 99k. I had never seen (or heard) of this being done, and honestly outside of testing I've never seen an admin set HP higher than 10k.
 
Basically, I made a lot of assumptions and instead of asking the players I got frustrated and rip'd their levels. Obviously I made the incorrect (and inconsistent) decision by taking some players levels for CSGO Pro rounds and not other players.
 
The players affected will be given their (approximate) levels back. I talked with a couple regulars and each of the players to get numbers that they (and I) feel comfortable with.
 
I'm sorry that I made a mistake, and next time before taking such drastic action I will try to be more careful and talk to more people.
I also apologize to the players that lost their levels (even if temporary) for any frustration/grief caused as a result.
 
I have set the limit for all admins (except War3 developers) to 1000 health so we shouldn't have to worry about this specific problem happening ever again. The only reason it is even as high as 1000 is because infected has 1000 health. Please use your admin abilities wisely!
 
On top of all of this, I have hidden the posts in the other thread. Someone pointed out to me, since it is essentially a rules thread, we do not need comments/memes etc. It will stay hidden and locked.
 
If you are out of the loop, see the below quotes from myself when the levels were removed:
 
 
 

The following players have been blocked from war3bug for the following reports:
 
Dunno who this guy is on forums
[Wed Jul 20 21:17:34 2016] : Error Reported: i keep dying (steamid='STEAM_1:1:9829882' ,name='Tylergoesrawwr'
 
@waylon331
[Sat Aug 27 09:26:45 2016] : Error Reported: nerf the fucking dwarven mage (steamid='STEAM_1:1:104945986' ,name='Waylon|EnVyUs'
 
@Dirty Furby
[Mon Aug 29 21:45:07 2016] : Error Reported: Selune has to many lives (steamid='STEAM_1:0:14682164' ,name='Dirty Furby' 
[Tue Sep  6 13:14:10 2016] : Error Reported: remove shopkeeper it's dumb (steamid='STEAM_1:0:14682164' ,name='Dirty Furby' 
 
If you have legitimate bugs, feel free to use http://www.joinsg.net/bugs/warcraft-3/
I will return your access whenever I feel like it.
 
Also: I noticed a lot of bugs in the last 2 months that I haven't looked at (I really don't check war3bug but maybe 5 times a year... you should really use the bug tracker). I'll try to make my way through them eventually.

Regen/Healing changes
I created a new function that manages 99% of healing on War3. What this means is things should be more standardized.
e.g. Nothing should be able to heal shadow lurker anymore. You should never regen or lifesteal from basic effects if you have your "healing being blocked" by something like Jaraxxus or Death Bringer (this is still a dev only race).
 
Some healing effects intentionally are allowed outside of these "rules".
e.g. Chronos time heal thing where he "goes back in time" as if he hasn't been damaged, this is allowed to heal through regen block. Khadgars Evocation is allowed to heal through regen block.
 
If you notice any fringe cases where the interaction seems incorrect, please let me know. Some races are affected more than others, namely those with complex healing interactions (elvish enchanter, dazzle, etc). Pay attention on those for bugs, please.
 
I also drastically increased the efficiency of Jaraxxus, so that's cool I guess. If you notice any weird interactions (more specifically with the touch of Jaraxxus) let me know, as I had to change quite a few lines of code.
 
Other stuff:
 
I also noticed that Naix was capped at 15 hp per hit and that upset me. I decided to reduce his healing back to 10% at max (down from 12%), but increase the cap of healing per hit to 25. This means it will do better against races with more than 150 hp and slightly worse against races with less than 150 hp.
 
CSGO Pro can no longer gain more than 1,000 xp from interactions (dealing/receiving damage) from a single player.
New Game+ and Default can not change race with more than $5,000 cash. If you have more, you will lose it.
There will be more info on why these two changes are being made later or another day...
 
Fixed some bugs:
http://www.joinsg.net/bugs/warcraft-3/goblin-alchemist-mines-r97/
http://www.joinsg.net/bugs/warcraft-3/troll-chat-bug-r96/
http://www.joinsg.net/bugs/warcraft-3/console-spam-r95/

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Location: Georgia
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CSGO Recorded Hours: 565 hours, 38 minutes, 50 seconds

i recently got my tetanus shot, so i'm pretty sure i'm ready for rust

i recently got my tetanus shot, so i'm pretty sure i'm ready for rust

Affirmative!

Affirmative!

EAST COAST W/ SUB 30 PING.

do i win yet?

Undead. Orc. Human. Elf. Long ago, the four races lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Horde attacked. Only GodDang, master of GO, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he was nerfed. A hundred maps passed and my brother and I discovered the new GodDang, a War3 player named zebra. And although his bhop skills are great, he has a lot of leveling before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe zebra can save the world.
 
            Years ago, when I was traveling across Dust2, I was just outside long A, walking towards double doors. As I peeked the doorway, I saw a hellish figure on the other side—a dark green, almost pitch black Orc. In his right hand emerged a grenade, and was flung towards my direction. In an instant, I blinked away; however, the explosion was too great. Three of my friends had perished in the blast, and I was on the brink of death. The filthy black Orc approached my lifeless body, determined to deliver the finishing blow. I closed my eyes, and accepted death. A few seconds passed and I’m still breathing. Still alive. I slowly open eyes, only to be blinded by a striped black-and-white enigmatic player. This person saved my life, and this is the story of how zebra came to be.
 
            I traveled with this majestic awe-inspiring man through many maps: cbble, westwood, office, etc… In return for saving my life, I could only dedicate my own to following zebra in his footsteps. I watched his growth expand with every passing round and every Orc slain. At first, it was subtle; he arbitrarily decided that jumping was the most efficient form of travel. As more time passed, his appearance changed. His body faded into the scenery, unable to be seen and even appeared to look more foe than friend. As his abilities became more proficient, and the number on his MAG-7 exponentially increased, I knew it was a matter of time before we traveled to Italy.
 
            Along the path to Italy, we gathered many comrades: seven Humans, eight Undeads, and nine Night Elves. We all shared a common goal—the annihilation of the Orcish Horde. The night before the invasion, the camp was filled with murmurs. Everyone was mumbling to themselves, and it was impossible to distinguish what they were saying. I was puzzled. If I had to guess, all of them were saying “buy tome” over and over.
 
            When we first reached Italy, the undead were sent in first as infantry. With their agility, they sped towards their spawn fearlessly. In the distance, you could hear the faint explosions and the cries of tens of orcs dying. As soon as the noise died down, we ventured into their den. Similar to how cats have nine lives, Orcs have two lives. We waited until they respawned, and the instant they did, the Night Elves entangled all of them. There must have been at least 28 Orcs entangled at this time. What happened next surprised all of us. Lightning scattered across the skies and struck every Night Elf. Not once, not twice, but twenty-eight times they were struck. None of them survived.
 
            Still entangled, zebra proceeded to ace the Orc team. His bhop skills were great, weaving between each target. They tried shooting at zebra, but bullet wounds healed as soon as they were made, and it was a sight to behold. From the rear, you can hear the cackling of a distinct green-dinosaur. This Orc was particularly filthy and black. In an instant, all the Orcs were resurrected. This was an unprecedented moment in history. Orcs with three lives! All guns were trained on zebra and bullets were shooting. Grenades were flying. Zebra couldn’t heal fast enough. It was as if someone had capped how fast he could regenerate. In a desperation attempt, zebra unleashed his final ability “AFFIRMATIVE”. This was the moment I was waiting for—watching all this time. Zebra’s white body with black stripes changed colors. It was a beautiful, dynamic process that, for a moment, even made the Orcs stop their assault. Then this body became static again. He was killed shortly after.
 
            And so I escaped. I witnessed the legacy of GodDang within zebra. Perhaps if his ultimate wasn’t a complete utter shitbag waste of space, he could finally ace the Orc menace, but that is a different story for a different day. For now, my name is Star, and I will forever remember my savior, zebra.

Undead. Orc. Human. Elf. Long ago, the four races lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Horde attacked. Only GodDang, master of GO, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he was nerfed. A hundred maps passed and my brother and I discovered the new GodDang, a War3 player named zebra. And although his bhop skills are great, he has a lot of leveling before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe zebra can save the world.
 
            Years ago, when I was traveling across Dust2, I was just outside long A, walking towards double doors. As I peeked the doorway, I saw a hellish figure on the other side—a dark green, almost pitch black Orc. In his right hand emerged a grenade, and was flung towards my direction. In an instant, I blinked away; however, the explosion was too great. Three of my friends had perished in the blast, and I was on the brink of death. The filthy black Orc approached my lifeless body, determined to deliver the finishing blow. I closed my eyes, and accepted death. A few seconds passed and I’m still breathing. Still alive. I slowly open eyes, only to be blinded by a striped black-and-white enigmatic player. This person saved my life, and this is the story of how zebra came to be.
 
            I traveled with this majestic awe-inspiring man through many maps: cbble, westwood, office, etc… In return for saving my life, I could only dedicate my own to following zebra in his footsteps. I watched his growth expand with every passing round and every Orc slain. At first, it was subtle; he arbitrarily decided that jumping was the most efficient form of travel. As more time passed, his appearance changed. His body faded into the scenery, unable to be seen and even appeared to look more foe than friend. As his abilities became more proficient, and the number on his MAG-7 exponentially increased, I knew it was a matter of time before we traveled to Italy.
 
            Along the path to Italy, we gathered many comrades: seven Humans, eight Undeads, and nine Night Elves. We all shared a common goal—the annihilation of the Orcish Horde. The night before the invasion, the camp was filled with murmurs. Everyone was mumbling to themselves, and it was impossible to distinguish what they were saying. I was puzzled. If I had to guess, all of them were saying “buy tome” over and over.
 
            When we first reached Italy, the undead were sent in first as infantry. With their agility, they sped towards their spawn fearlessly. In the distance, you could hear the faint explosions and the cries of tens of orcs dying. As soon as the noise died down, we ventured into their den. Similar to how cats have nine lives, Orcs have two lives. We waited until they respawned, and the instant they did, the Night Elves entangled all of them. There must have been at least 28 Orcs entangled at this time. What happened next surprised all of us. Lightning scattered across the skies and struck every Night Elf. Not once, not twice, but twenty-eight times they were struck. None of them survived.
 
            Still entangled, zebra proceeded to ace the Orc team. His bhop skills were great, weaving between each target. They tried shooting at zebra, but bullet wounds healed as soon as they were made, and it was a sight to behold. From the rear, you can hear the cackling of a distinct green-dinosaur. This Orc was particularly filthy and black. In an instant, all the Orcs were resurrected. This was an unprecedented moment in history. Orcs with three lives! All guns were trained on zebra and bullets were shooting. Grenades were flying. Zebra couldn’t heal fast enough. It was as if someone had capped how fast he could regenerate. In a desperation attempt, zebra unleashed his final ability “AFFIRMATIVE”. This was the moment I was waiting for—watching all this time. Zebra’s white body with black stripes changed colors. It was a beautiful, dynamic process that, for a moment, even made the Orcs stop their assault. Then this body became static again. He was killed shortly after.
 
            And so I escaped. I witnessed the legacy of GodDang within zebra. Perhaps if his ultimate wasn’t a complete utter shitbag waste of space, he could finally ace the Orc menace, but that is a different story for a different day. For now, my name is Star, and I will forever remember my savior, zebra.

Undead. Orc. Human. Elf. Long ago, the four races lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Horde attacked. Only GodDang, master of GO, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he was nerfed. A hundred maps passed and my brother and I discovered the new GodDang, a War3 player named zebra. And although his bhop skills are great, he has a lot of leveling before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe zebra can save the world.
 
            Years ago, when I was traveling across Dust2, I was just outside long A, walking towards double doors. As I peeked the doorway, I saw a hellish figure on the other side—a dark green, almost pitch black Orc. In his right hand emerged a grenade, and was flung towards my direction. In an instant, I blinked away; however, the explosion was too great. Three of my friends had perished in the blast, and I was on the brink of death. The filthy black Orc approached my lifeless body, determined to deliver the finishing blow. I closed my eyes, and accepted death. A few seconds passed and I’m still breathing. Still alive. I slowly open eyes, only to be blinded by a striped black-and-white enigmatic player. This person saved my life, and this is the story of how zebra came to be.
 
            I traveled with this majestic awe-inspiring man through many maps: cbble, westwood, office, etc… In return for saving my life, I could only dedicate my own to following zebra in his footsteps. I watched his growth expand with every passing round and every Orc slain. At first, it was subtle; he arbitrarily decided that jumping was the most efficient form of travel. As more time passed, his appearance changed. His body faded into the scenery, unable to be seen and even appeared to look more foe than friend. As his abilities became more proficient, and the number on his MAG-7 exponentially increased, I knew it was a matter of time before we traveled to Italy.
 
            Along the path to Italy, we gathered many comrades: seven Humans, eight Undeads, and nine Night Elves. We all shared a common goal—the annihilation of the Orcish Horde. The night before the invasion, the camp was filled with murmurs. Everyone was mumbling to themselves, and it was impossible to distinguish what they were saying. I was puzzled. If I had to guess, all of them were saying “buy tome” over and over.
 
            When we first reached Italy, the undead were sent in first as infantry. With their agility, they sped towards their spawn fearlessly. In the distance, you could hear the faint explosions and the cries of tens of orcs dying. As soon as the noise died down, we ventured into their den. Similar to how cats have nine lives, Orcs have two lives. We waited until they respawned, and the instant they did, the Night Elves entangled all of them. There must have been at least 28 Orcs entangled at this time. What happened next surprised all of us. Lightning scattered across the skies and struck every Night Elf. Not once, not twice, but twenty-eight times they were struck. None of them survived.
 
            Still entangled, zebra proceeded to ace the Orc team. His bhop skills were great, weaving between each target. They tried shooting at zebra, but bullet wounds healed as soon as they were made, and it was a sight to behold. From the rear, you can hear the cackling of a distinct green-dinosaur. This Orc was particularly filthy and black. In an instant, all the Orcs were resurrected. This was an unprecedented moment in history. Orcs with three lives! All guns were trained on zebra and bullets were shooting. Grenades were flying. Zebra couldn’t heal fast enough. It was as if someone had capped how fast he could regenerate. In a desperation attempt, zebra unleashed his final ability “AFFIRMATIVE”. This was the moment I was waiting for—watching all this time. Zebra’s white body with black stripes changed colors. It was a beautiful, dynamic process that, for a moment, even made the Orcs stop their assault. Then this body became static again. He was killed shortly after.
 
            And so I escaped. I witnessed the legacy of GodDang within zebra. Perhaps if his ultimate wasn’t a complete utter shitbag waste of space, he could finally ace the Orc menace, but that is a different story for a different day. For now, my name is Star, and I will forever remember my savior, zebra.

Undead. Orc. Human. Elf. Long ago, the four races lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Horde attacked. Only GodDang, master of GO, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he was nerfed. A hundred maps passed and my brother and I discovered the new GodDang, a War3 player named zebra. And although his bhop skills are great, he has a lot of leveling before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe zebra can save the world.
 
            Years ago, when I was traveling across Dust2, I was just outside long A, walking towards double doors. As I peeked the doorway, I saw a hellish figure on the other side—a dark green, almost pitch black Orc. In his right hand emerged a grenade, and was flung towards my direction. In an instant, I blinked away; however, the explosion was too great. Three of my friends had perished in the blast, and I was on the brink of death. The filthy black Orc approached my lifeless body, determined to deliver the finishing blow. I closed my eyes, and accepted death. A few seconds passed and I’m still breathing. Still alive. I slowly open eyes, only to be blinded by a striped black-and-white enigmatic player. This person saved my life, and this is the story of how zebra came to be.
 
            I traveled with this majestic awe-inspiring man through many maps: cbble, westwood, office, etc… In return for saving my life, I could only dedicate my own to following zebra in his footsteps. I watched his growth expand with every passing round and every Orc slain. At first, it was subtle; he arbitrarily decided that jumping was the most efficient form of travel. As more time passed, his appearance changed. His body faded into the scenery, unable to be seen and even appeared to look more foe than friend. As his abilities became more proficient, and the number on his MAG-7 exponentially increased, I knew it was a matter of time before we traveled to Italy.
 
            Along the path to Italy, we gathered many comrades: seven Humans, eight Undeads, and nine Night Elves. We all shared a common goal—the annihilation of the Orcish Horde. The night before the invasion, the camp was filled with murmurs. Everyone was mumbling to themselves, and it was impossible to distinguish what they were saying. I was puzzled. If I had to guess, all of them were saying “buy tome” over and over.
 
            When we first reached Italy, the undead were sent in first as infantry. With their agility, they sped towards their spawn fearlessly. In the distance, you could hear the faint explosions and the cries of tens of orcs dying. As soon as the noise died down, we ventured into their den. Similar to how cats have nine lives, Orcs have two lives. We waited until they respawned, and the instant they did, the Night Elves entangled all of them. There must have been at least 28 Orcs entangled at this time. What happened next surprised all of us. Lightning scattered across the skies and struck every Night Elf. Not once, not twice, but twenty-eight times they were struck. None of them survived.
 
            Still entangled, zebra proceeded to ace the Orc team. His bhop skills were great, weaving between each target. They tried shooting at zebra, but bullet wounds healed as soon as they were made, and it was a sight to behold. From the rear, you can hear the cackling of a distinct green-dinosaur. This Orc was particularly filthy and black. In an instant, all the Orcs were resurrected. This was an unprecedented moment in history. Orcs with three lives! All guns were trained on zebra and bullets were shooting. Grenades were flying. Zebra couldn’t heal fast enough. It was as if someone had capped how fast he could regenerate. In a desperation attempt, zebra unleashed his final ability “AFFIRMATIVE”. This was the moment I was waiting for—watching all this time. Zebra’s white body with black stripes changed colors. It was a beautiful, dynamic process that, for a moment, even made the Orcs stop their assault. Then this body became static again. He was killed shortly after.
 
            And so I escaped. I witnessed the legacy of GodDang within zebra. Perhaps if his ultimate wasn’t a complete utter shitbag waste of space, he could finally ace the Orc menace, but that is a different story for a different day. For now, my name is Star, and I will forever remember my savior, zebra.

Undead. Orc. Human. Elf. Long ago, the four races lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Horde attacked. Only GodDang, master of GO, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he was nerfed. A hundred maps passed and my brother and I discovered the new GodDang, a War3 player named zebra. And although his bhop skills are great, he has a lot of leveling before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe zebra can save the world.
 
            Years ago, when I was traveling across Dust2, I was just outside long A, walking towards double doors. As I peeked the doorway, I saw a hellish figure on the other side—a dark green, almost pitch black Orc. In his right hand emerged a grenade, and was flung towards my direction. In an instant, I blinked away; however, the explosion was too great. Three of my friends had perished in the blast, and I was on the brink of death. The filthy black Orc approached my lifeless body, determined to deliver the finishing blow. I closed my eyes, and accepted death. A few seconds passed and I’m still breathing. Still alive. I slowly open eyes, only to be blinded by a striped black-and-white enigmatic player. This person saved my life, and this is the story of how zebra came to be.
 
            I traveled with this majestic awe-inspiring man through many maps: cbble, westwood, office, etc… In return for saving my life, I could only dedicate my own to following zebra in his footsteps. I watched his growth expand with every passing round and every Orc slain. At first, it was subtle; he arbitrarily decided that jumping was the most efficient form of travel. As more time passed, his appearance changed. His body faded into the scenery, unable to be seen and even appeared to look more foe than friend. As his abilities became more proficient, and the number on his MAG-7 exponentially increased, I knew it was a matter of time before we traveled to Italy.
 
            Along the path to Italy, we gathered many comrades: seven Humans, eight Undeads, and nine Night Elves. We all shared a common goal—the annihilation of the Orcish Horde. The night before the invasion, the camp was filled with murmurs. Everyone was mumbling to themselves, and it was impossible to distinguish what they were saying. I was puzzled. If I had to guess, all of them were saying “buy tome” over and over.
 
            When we first reached Italy, the undead were sent in first as infantry. With their agility, they sped towards their spawn fearlessly. In the distance, you could hear the faint explosions and the cries of tens of orcs dying. As soon as the noise died down, we ventured into their den. Similar to how cats have nine lives, Orcs have two lives. We waited until they respawned, and the instant they did, the Night Elves entangled all of them. There must have been at least 28 Orcs entangled at this time. What happened next surprised all of us. Lightning scattered across the skies and struck every Night Elf. Not once, not twice, but twenty-eight times they were struck. None of them survived.
 
            Still entangled, zebra proceeded to ace the Orc team. His bhop skills were great, weaving between each target. They tried shooting at zebra, but bullet wounds healed as soon as they were made, and it was a sight to behold. From the rear, you can hear the cackling of a distinct green-dinosaur. This Orc was particularly filthy and black. In an instant, all the Orcs were resurrected. This was an unprecedented moment in history. Orcs with three lives! All guns were trained on zebra and bullets were shooting. Grenades were flying. Zebra couldn’t heal fast enough. It was as if someone had capped how fast he could regenerate. In a desperation attempt, zebra unleashed his final ability “AFFIRMATIVE”. This was the moment I was waiting for—watching all this time. Zebra’s white body with black stripes changed colors. It was a beautiful, dynamic process that, for a moment, even made the Orcs stop their assault. Then this body became static again. He was killed shortly after.
 
            And so I escaped. I witnessed the legacy of GodDang within zebra. Perhaps if his ultimate wasn’t a complete utter shitbag waste of space, he could finally ace the Orc menace, but that is a different story for a different day. For now, my name is Star, and I will forever remember my savior, zebra.

Undead. Orc. Human. Elf. Long ago, the four races lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Horde attacked. Only GodDang, master of GO, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he was nerfed. A hundred maps passed and my brother and I discovered the new GodDang, a War3 player named zebra. And although his bhop skills are great, he has a lot of leveling before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe zebra can save the world.
 
            Years ago, when I was traveling across Dust2, I was just outside long A, walking towards double doors. As I peeked the doorway, I saw a hellish figure on the other side—a dark green, almost pitch black Orc. In his right hand emerged a grenade, and was flung towards my direction. In an instant, I blinked away; however, the explosion was too great. Three of my friends had perished in the blast, and I was on the brink of death. The filthy black Orc approached my lifeless body, determined to deliver the finishing blow. I closed my eyes, and accepted death. A few seconds passed and I’m still breathing. Still alive. I slowly open eyes, only to be blinded by a striped black-and-white enigmatic player. This person saved my life, and this is the story of how zebra came to be.
 
            I traveled with this majestic awe-inspiring man through many maps: cbble, westwood, office, etc… In return for saving my life, I could only dedicate my own to following zebra in his footsteps. I watched his growth expand with every passing round and every Orc slain. At first, it was subtle; he arbitrarily decided that jumping was the most efficient form of travel. As more time passed, his appearance changed. His body faded into the scenery, unable to be seen and even appeared to look more foe than friend. As his abilities became more proficient, and the number on his MAG-7 exponentially increased, I knew it was a matter of time before we traveled to Italy.
 
            Along the path to Italy, we gathered many comrades: seven Humans, eight Undeads, and nine Night Elves. We all shared a common goal—the annihilation of the Orcish Horde. The night before the invasion, the camp was filled with murmurs. Everyone was mumbling to themselves, and it was impossible to distinguish what they were saying. I was puzzled. If I had to guess, all of them were saying “buy tome” over and over.
 
            When we first reached Italy, the undead were sent in first as infantry. With their agility, they sped towards their spawn fearlessly. In the distance, you could hear the faint explosions and the cries of tens of orcs dying. As soon as the noise died down, we ventured into their den. Similar to how cats have nine lives, Orcs have two lives. We waited until they respawned, and the instant they did, the Night Elves entangled all of them. There must have been at least 28 Orcs entangled at this time. What happened next surprised all of us. Lightning scattered across the skies and struck every Night Elf. Not once, not twice, but twenty-eight times they were struck. None of them survived.
 
            Still entangled, zebra proceeded to ace the Orc team. His bhop skills were great, weaving between each target. They tried shooting at zebra, but bullet wounds healed as soon as they were made, and it was a sight to behold. From the rear, you can hear the cackling of a distinct green-dinosaur. This Orc was particularly filthy and black. In an instant, all the Orcs were resurrected. This was an unprecedented moment in history. Orcs with three lives! All guns were trained on zebra and bullets were shooting. Grenades were flying. Zebra couldn’t heal fast enough. It was as if someone had capped how fast he could regenerate. In a desperation attempt, zebra unleashed his final ability “AFFIRMATIVE”. This was the moment I was waiting for—watching all this time. Zebra’s white body with black stripes changed colors. It was a beautiful, dynamic process that, for a moment, even made the Orcs stop their assault. Then this body became static again. He was killed shortly after.
 
            And so I escaped. I witnessed the legacy of GodDang within zebra. Perhaps if his ultimate wasn’t a complete utter shitbag waste of space, he could finally ace the Orc menace, but that is a different story for a different day. For now, my name is Star, and I will forever remember my savior, zebra.

Undead. Orc. Human. Elf. Long ago, the four races lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Horde attacked. Only GodDang, master of GO, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he was nerfed. A hundred maps passed and my brother and I discovered the new GodDang, a War3 player named zebra. And although his bhop skills are great, he has a lot of leveling before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe zebra can save the world.
 
            Years ago, when I was traveling across Dust2, I was just outside long A, walking towards double doors. As I peeked the doorway, I saw a hellish figure on the other side—a dark green, almost pitch black Orc. In his right hand emerged a grenade, and was flung towards my direction. In an instant, I blinked away; however, the explosion was too great. Three of my friends had perished in the blast, and I was on the brink of death. The filthy black Orc approached my lifeless body, determined to deliver the finishing blow. I closed my eyes, and accepted death. A few seconds passed and I’m still breathing. Still alive. I slowly open eyes, only to be blinded by a striped black-and-white enigmatic player. This person saved my life, and this is the story of how zebra came to be.
 
            I traveled with this majestic awe-inspiring man through many maps: cbble, westwood, office, etc… In return for saving my life, I could only dedicate my own to following zebra in his footsteps. I watched his growth expand with every passing round and every Orc slain. At first, it was subtle; he arbitrarily decided that jumping was the most efficient form of travel. As more time passed, his appearance changed. His body faded into the scenery, unable to be seen and even appeared to look more foe than friend. As his abilities became more proficient, and the number on his MAG-7 exponentially increased, I knew it was a matter of time before we traveled to Italy.
 
            Along the path to Italy, we gathered many comrades: seven Humans, eight Undeads, and nine Night Elves. We all shared a common goal—the annihilation of the Orcish Horde. The night before the invasion, the camp was filled with murmurs. Everyone was mumbling to themselves, and it was impossible to distinguish what they were saying. I was puzzled. If I had to guess, all of them were saying “buy tome” over and over.
 
            When we first reached Italy, the undead were sent in first as infantry. With their agility, they sped towards their spawn fearlessly. In the distance, you could hear the faint explosions and the cries of tens of orcs dying. As soon as the noise died down, we ventured into their den. Similar to how cats have nine lives, Orcs have two lives. We waited until they respawned, and the instant they did, the Night Elves entangled all of them. There must have been at least 28 Orcs entangled at this time. What happened next surprised all of us. Lightning scattered across the skies and struck every Night Elf. Not once, not twice, but twenty-eight times they were struck. None of them survived.
 
            Still entangled, zebra proceeded to ace the Orc team. His bhop skills were great, weaving between each target. They tried shooting at zebra, but bullet wounds healed as soon as they were made, and it was a sight to behold. From the rear, you can hear the cackling of a distinct green-dinosaur. This Orc was particularly filthy and black. In an instant, all the Orcs were resurrected. This was an unprecedented moment in history. Orcs with three lives! All guns were trained on zebra and bullets were shooting. Grenades were flying. Zebra couldn’t heal fast enough. It was as if someone had capped how fast he could regenerate. In a desperation attempt, zebra unleashed his final ability “AFFIRMATIVE”. This was the moment I was waiting for—watching all this time. Zebra’s white body with black stripes changed colors. It was a beautiful, dynamic process that, for a moment, even made the Orcs stop their assault. Then this body became static again. He was killed shortly after.
 
            And so I escaped. I witnessed the legacy of GodDang within zebra. Perhaps if his ultimate wasn’t a complete utter shitbag waste of space, he could finally ace the Orc menace, but that is a different story for a different day. For now, my name is Star, and I will forever remember my savior, zebra.