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STARCRAFT 2!!!

Okay, I am getting goosebumps from watching the trailer for the much-awaited Starcraft 2. Blizzard has finally gotten off its lofty (not to mention moolah-generating) Warcraft throne to get to work on--what is, in my opinion--the sequel to best and most enjoyable real-time-strategy game of all time.

There will still be three races--Protoss, Zerg and Terran--but each race has its own set of both new and revamped units. The story, on the other hand, takes off from the end of the Brood War expansion, where we will be sure to see the return of familiar characters like Kerrigan and Zeratul.

This is Zeratul. Look at him and weep.


Since it is also incidentally, my deadline here at work, I'm going to post a couple of screenshots so I can get my lazy ass back to work. Oh, and by the way, the spec requirements (all that is known about this is that there will be DirectX 10 only content--so best ready your wallets to buy 'em godlike video cards) and release date have yet to be announced.

Protoss Immortals (the new and 1337 version of
what used to be the Dragoon) vs. Terran Siege Tanks

Zerglings, anyone?



Comments

Raein said…
I went to the site. The graphics are hot. :3

Now go work :)
12:25 PM
Tim said…
Syempre. dapat lang. I expect no less from Blizzard. Did you play Starcraft before?

Yes maam. I hear the whips cracking. Whapish! ^__^
1:58 PM
Raein said…
I tried playing... Uhh... (I didn't know half of what I was doing)

And then I tried Dota. I played with friends at Katipunan and I only killed one of them, once -- and he wasn't hitting me when I did.

I played at a friend's house during a party.

And then another of our friend checks up on me -- I was losing to a computer.
5:18 PM
Tim said…
That's alright. Hindi naman napagaaralan ang DOTA ng ganun-ganun lang eh.

Gamer's motto: Pag-aadik lang ang katapat nyan. LOL.
5:37 PM
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