Having being away for a while, Grommash struggles fiendishly to remember his password to the blog site login. After several minutes of struggling with a mild case of panic, he remembers that he tinkered with the settings a wee bit the last time he was here. A sudden memory is recalled. One more try does the job.
Strangely, in the Godfather novel, to "do the job" was taken to mean having passionate sex with someone. This disturbs Gromo for some reason.
He finds that having been forced to work on a relatively cramped up laptop (a Thinkpad, yes, but still cramped up compared to a desktop) for more than 6 months, sometimes on weekends, he is almost unaccustomed to tapping away on a keyboard that doesn't show too many signs of his slight case of fat-finger syndrome. And the screen seems way too big.
He finds his former-guru-now-blog-buddy Thimal "Timmy Jay" Jayasooriya online. Gromo sincerely hopes he misspelled Timmy's last name. After exchanging pleasantries, he bitches about his job. Actually, he didn't. He just made it up to increase the fluff content.
In a strange twist of fate, Gromo's kid brother buys him a present. It's the Starcraft Battle Chest. "Oh, that's nice" he says, and makes a bad impression of a smile. After playing Warcraft 3 for nearly two years, it seems ludicrous for him to go back to Starcraft. But since some form of appreciation must be shown for this rare act of generosity, he wakes up early the following morning and gives it a try. Coincidentally, it's a Saturday. It must be said that Gromo finds it easier to wake up early on weekends. He doesn't know why.
What he discovers after playing a couple of missions is...nothing. He doesn't realize it then, but the more he played, the more involved he got. The more addicted, too. Though he doesn't acknowledge it often, he's a technocrat at heart. He sometimes sees himself as a knight in matte-finish armour, with sword and shield and all. But I think he'd toss it all away, to picture himself wielding a chug-chugging mini-gun, snarling with a half chewed cigar, mowing down legions of enemy.
I think he saw that in Quake 3.
Anyway, the bottom line is, he's back in love with Starcraft. He's almost buggered the ion cannon in the last Terran campaign. But it's 11:36 pm and Gromo needs to sleep. He'll tell you all about the interesting conclusion of the Terran missions the next time Timmy Jay bugs him to post. Good night folks.
