Don't you just love this? In case you couldn't tell, it's 12 Zerglings attacking an undefended hive cluster. I think I hate you, Zergling.

This is a most horrible situation. You're just trying to get enough minerals to build a Sunken Colony when your opponent decides to cheese it with a million Zerglings. All hopes of a fun, hard fought game diminish within seconds as you watch your buildings explode into gross looking piles on the floor. All because of those dumb Zerglings. Of course, some times you just want to add another point to your global points list, and with that I can understand. Here are some Zergling facts:
This fun little things cost 50 bucks and come two to an egg. It's an immense headache during the first 15 minutes of the game, then it becomes virtually extinct. It lives and dies a sad little life. You know, the Zerg race makes the most disgusting sounds, "like squishing a cockroach" (we pronounce it 'cock-a-roach', even though Dictionary.com says its 'kok-roac''. Maybe it's the New York accent?).

I love this picture. The little Zergling running the final lap before its death. Somehow, it looks so happy and content with it's role in Brood War.

But what about us? What makes us select our larva and mutate into a Zergling? This desire of ours to unleash a little Zergling terror on the world is only satisfied for a little bit and then our thirst for blood must be satisfied by some other means. Say, Hydralisks, or to stretch it, Ultralisks. Ugh, those guys give me shudders.

To the otherwise neglected and underused Zergling: No, I don't hate you. You know I'll always love you, but right now (as you attack my undefended hive cluster) I just don't like you.

You know the feeling. Right after defeating 3 computers with your team mates, that awesome feeling of victory. Sweet.

And you also know this feeling, but it isn't as sweet. When you see your lines of men being attacked by your own team members! One player decides to lead a mutiny against the team and doesn't even say anything. There was no chance to get back to our bases. In fact, the 3rd computer hadn't even been eliminated yet, when my large army turned into a pool of blood and Hydralisk guts. Gross.

Of course, my surprise quickly turned to strategy as I left the game.
What better way to avoid a humiliating defeat than to leave the game before it happens? It may be cowardice, but it's my way of exacting revenge on the mutinous traitors.

Watching my Hydralisks die hurt real bad. All the time and effort put into building 187 Hydralisks, just to see them killed by your own team members is a truly sad thing. Of course, I've done my share of eliminating teammates, but when it's happening to you, it's a different story.

Here is my silent plea to all the mutinous traitors around the world : let us know before you start to kill us. Please.

We're avid video gamers. We don't play the bloody, gory games but we're still avid. Games like Call of Duty and.... StarCarft. Oh, no. Can't get me started on StarCraft.
Man, this game is so incredible, and here at home we've got it set up so we can play together from different rooms. I guess we've all got our own favorite race, but mines is Zerg. The awesome power of cheesing it with a million Hydralisks. Unlimited power. Really.

Anyway, we've all got our reps; who not to attack 'cause they'll obliterate you in an instant; who to attack because you'll obliterate them in an instant....stuff like that makes multiplayer gameplay with the same players over and over so fun.

Basically, Daddy (or Jesse, we're his kids so it's kinda weird to say Jesse), any way, he ranks high up the ladder and whenever we play we're all like: oh, no, Daddy's gonna build a million Carriers and wipe us out! So we huddle in our corners and build a million Photon Cannons to no avail. It's sad, really, but we have fun all the way.

Just today, we played StarCarft,(this is a daily thing for us) and it was a free for all. I'm building up my mass force, fending off measly attacks when suddenly we see something unexpected: jesse was eliminated. jesse had left the game.

For a full minute we sat with our jaws on the floor gawking at the incredibleness of that sentence. Never before, in a free for all, had Daddy been eliminated. Jessica and I were in the living room, Priscilla, Mateo and Daddy were in seperate rooms. Jessica and I looked at each other (subsequently looking at each others screens) in pure shock. Then, I got over it and slaughtered up Mateo and Priscilla. It was really, quite fun.

After watching the replay, Daddy wasn't well defended, at all, so he kinda just died when Mateo's Lurkers came and cut up everything in his path. I guess it's kinda over the top to say this was video game history, but for us, who's history is made while playing video games, this was, indeed video game history.