There is a beautiful mont in competition that cannot be adequately described by a person who slept through high school lit, but I'll try anyway:
Fucking aweso.
It's how I describe that extraordinary mont when you realize you've just won sothing unbelievable. Could be a championship title, could be a ga against a rival you were slated to lose, could be a new personal best record after you thought you'd already hit your peak.
Dennis Fong, Guinness World Records' first professional gar, said the mont happened for him ten seconds before his first national Quake tournant ended. He realized he'd won when he had the ti during his final battle to look at the grand prize Ferrari in the reflection of his monitor.
I've been luckier than most; I can point to twelve monts of fucking awesoness.
All three tis my pro eSports team won our League Championship make the list, because let tell you, it doesn't matter how many tis you win a championship, it's just as good the next ti. It may even be better, actually. Your opponents know you better each ti, prepare more thoroughly for your destruction. So when you defeat them anyway, wrangle glory from their grasp yet again, it feels so good.
The day I beat the reigning Best lee Ranger at a televised All-Star event and officially snatched the crown for myself was equally unbelievable.
And though, yes, most of my best monts involve gaming, there are a few other special monts sprinkled in, too. The year I got six more Valentine's chocolates than class golden boy Chaz Beaman hovers nearer the top of the list than I'm comfortable admitting, given we were eleven at the ti and most of my chocolates ca from my older sister's friends who thought I was "too cuuute omg."
I like to think it still bothers Chaz from ti to ti, when he's sitting in his mansion surrounded by the other models he works with as the face of Dolce and Gabana. He may have a jaw chiseled by God's master sculptor and aquamarine eyes so vivid they sha the ocean, but I've been told my dimples are charming, so.
Of all twelve spectacular monts of my short life, three stand apart from the rest:
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1) Seven years old Beat my older sister Xiuying at a videoga for the first ti. Vintage N64 MarioKart, Toad's Turnpike. The dulcet tones of that high-pitched "Bingo! Bye Bye!" as my Princess Peach red-shelled her DK into oncoming trafficI still hear it in my dreams, sotis. (Say what you will about the annoying royal, but Peach has achieved peak petty. I aspire to reach her level one day.)
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2) Sixteen years old Beat out friends, rivals, a couple dicks I hated anyway, and my parents' complete lack of expectations, to win ESPN eSports Rookie of the Year. I thanked my sister during my speech, because I wanted her to know I was grateful, and I told the MarioKart story, because I also wanted to piss her off.
It worked.
(In fact, my speech even pissed off people who were not my sibling. The old "Bingo! Bye Bye!" soundbite had a short resurgence right after, especially in FPS gas with cross-faction audio. You know what's worse than falling to a headshot? Hearing Princess fucking Peach shaming your dead ass as you wait to respawn from said headshot. I think so gars who died a lot during that period may also hear my beloved Petty Princess in their dreamsor, well, their nightmares.)
Anyway, at least the press thought the story was adorable.
Smiling, Xiuying waved at the press caras with her left hand; with her right, she texted the most impressive thread of expletives and vicious emojis I've ever had the privilege to receive, depicting anatomically-suspect violence involving my shiny new trophy and a number of orifices.
Contrary to her graphic threats, however, I caught her dusting my trophy not two weeks later. She also sent a picture of it and the oversized ceremonial check of championship prize money to our parents, every single day for a year. Each unique picture featured the different rooms of the spacious apartnt we could now afford, our fancy af team headquarters, and when she finally ran out of ideas, she just placed the trophy next to plates of expensive food she ordered in high-end restaurants around the city.
Those last two weeks tore through a few months of our food budget, but I didn't have the heart to curb her admirable shalessness.
Plus, she wasn't the only one still pissed at our parents for kicking out and then going as far as cutting off Xiuying's university tuition paynts to punish her for taking in.
Seems petty runs in the family.
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3) Eighteen years old Beat a series of insanely OP Asian team lineups (whoever designed the bracket so that we'd have to face Russia, China, and South Korea was clearly drunk) to lead Team USA to Olympic Gold.
Honestly, there were a lot of fucking aweso monts during that whole crazy tournant, but the primo mont was about twelve seconds before the final HP bar disappeared to the sound of thunderous applause. My so-stupid-nobody-could-have-predicted-it last second plan had worked; I had survived a certain death AoE explosion with 4 HP remaining. More importantly, my own AoE skill had landed on the two enemy players, and my skill's stun lasted one second longer than theirs.
I launched forward and used a combo knockback to send them both flying in opposite directions. Then I pounced on the ranged fighter. Before the lee Monk made it halfway back to the fight, I had already delivered the finishing blow to the Mage and spun to face my final opponent. The Monk still had over half his HP. One skill hit, one--maybe two--regular strikes, and I'd be a corpse.
But he'd have to land a hit, first.
I never gave him that chance.
Eight seconds later, I cented Team USA's first Olympic gold in eSports and cented my own tournant MVP victory.
My abilities hit an insane peak during that Olympics, and for the first ti in eSports history, a single player had three Play of the Year nominations. Surprisingly, that epic eight-second takedown, eventually nad the Blade Fury Combo, only managed 2nd Place. To my annoyance, my ultra-stupid move a few seconds earlier ultimately took the top spot.
The impossible-to-replicate life-saving move involved slicing a boulder and essentially juggling hunks of rock on my dual blades, only to use last-second sword skills with one sword to accurately fling half of them at the Falling Starfire explosives directly above . Near-simultaneously, I used a separate skill with the second sword to release the rest of the stones in an arc. Then I activated Silent Steps to make my steps featherlight and ran from stone to stone, making it to the highest stone at the sa ti Falling Starfire exploded the ground beneath , flinging and my rocks towards my opponentsthe direction I'd tilted the final stone.
Kids, don't try that at ho.
It was the kind of move desperation inspires, and I was very familiar with desperation. My playstyle has always been a bit insane, dodging within a hairsbreadth as often as possible, letting myself be blown up as long as I think I can use the ensuing dust or smoke cover to make another attack. I'm known as Lunatic Lieu the Reckless Ranger because there's very little difference in my wild play between full health and when my HP dips into the dreaded Red.
The eSports commission actually added a slew of new records to its list because of :
Longest Ti Spent in the Red Zone - Career & Single Tournant
Most Kills while in the Red Zone - Career & Single Tournant
Most Damage Taken by Area of Effect Skills - in a Single Tournant.
(This one truly unlucky healer snagged the Career version of that last title. He does not seem as proud of his record as I am of mine.)
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The best thing about all these great monts is that the life led in between each of the greatest monts is full of still-pretty-aweso experiences. The road to every championship is paved with countless smaller victories, harsh defeats that make you appreciate the wins even more, and a passion for pushing forward that nothing can quell.
However, there is one other distinctive mont in competition, one that is as far from aweso as it's possible to be. It's a mont akin to death.
For so, it feels even worse.
It's the mont you realize it's all over.
The mont you realize you will never be the best again.
The mont you realize there will be no more fucking aweso monts.
I must have used up my lifeti luck allotnt, experiencing so many glorious monts before I hit twenty, because when that final horrible mont ca, it ca with fire and blood and haunting screams.
Nineteen years old The beautiful dream that was my life ended.
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