Since people seem to be unsure about the source of the clips used (lobby/format/etc), here's the breakdown:
#10 June 12th UGC 4s Gold match Bay vs ^DPP^ (only the first half has logs)
#9 June 10th UGC 6s Steel match WRCNE6v6 vs <s.D>
#8 May 27th OWL 13 (OZFortress Winter League) 6s match PlanA vs cbs
#7 June 6th UGC HL AUS/NZ Steel match High9 vs -GC-
#6 June 26th ESEA Open 6s match 5KWF vs Pwnage
#5 June 3rd UGC 6s Steel match GTM vs Yiff
#4 February 20th UGC 4s Steel Euro match Feri< vs SOA
#3 June 7th ETF2L 6s Prem match TLR vs [R]eason
#2 June 15th UGC HL Iron match KAOS vs burdz
#1 June 16th Best Coast Battle Arena: Respawn match Spanish_Inquisition vs East Beasts (note SI were playing the entire match 3 v 5)
Matches 100% Scrims 0% Other 0%
4s 20% 6s 50% AR 10% HL 20%
Asia 0% AZ/NA 20% Euro 20% NA 60%
Plat/Prem/Invite 10% Gold/Silver/High/Intermediate 10% Steel/Iron/Mid/Open 60% Unrankable 20%
Appropriately Dated Clips 80% "We'll Let This One Slide" 10% "Clearly Has Blackmail on eXelevision" 10%
Ultimately, the clips were a good mixture of game formats and regions; it's just very clear that players from the higher divisions need to submit more (although congrats to the newer players who ended up with unexpected glory as a result).
I really think we need to remember that showcases like these are a service to the community; Lucky Luke, eXtine, and Airon aren't doing this for themselves. We give little to nothing but receive solid entertainment and promotion for the game we love, which is completely fine—until we start complaining about it. I'm sure Aesop would have something to say about that. In fact...
Let's grab some apple juice and sit down on the Storytime carpet for a few minutes, shall we?
Once upon a time there was a community of starving artists whose talented work was ignored and unappreciated by the world at large. One day, a few fellow artists opened a small city art gallery/meatball café nearby and they extended* an offer to the starving artist community to showcase its work for free. What's more, the starving artists were invited to visit the gallery for free whenever they wanted, although they were quietly encouraged to buy a meatball or two when they could in order for the gallery to recoup some of its operating expenses.
For a long time the relationship between the starving artists and the gallery was a good one. The gallery owners frequently put together carefully-produced exhibitions which resulted in increasing the popularity of quite a few of the starving artists and, indeed, of the niche market of starving art itself. Best of all, some of the exhibition attendees enjoyed the art so much that they too became starving artists and bolstered the ranks the ranks of the community.
After some time, however, the starving artists grew complacent and many neglected to send new pieces to the gallery. As a result, the gallery owners were forced to include more and more works by beginning artists into their exhibitions. When the starving artists attended these shows, many became outraged: how dare the gallery owners diminish and insult their art with such inexperienced pieces?
The starving artists berated the gallery owners and then vented their rage via negative yelp reviews about the size of the gallery's meatballs—positive that these actions would serve as a lesson to the gallery owners about showcasing "inferior" art. When the gallery owners attempted to explain why they had to use the art they did, the starving artists overrode their explanations with more complaints. "That will teach them," thought the starving artists.
And they were right.
The gallery owners sat down together with a bucket of meatball poppers and discussed what their relationship with the starving artists had become. They quickly realized that they were putting in more time, energy, and passion into caring about the starving artists' work than the artists themselves were. And so, the next day the gallery owners boarded up the gallery windows, packed the truck full of meatballs, and drove off into the mid-afternoon sun** in search of a community that would work with them toward greatness.
That evening the starving artists stared at the closed down gallery in shock. They beat their fists against the locked door, demanding to know where they were supposed to show their art now. The only response they received was the slight aroma of meatballs and better days.
A few of the starving artists attempted to host their own galleries, but the world had noted the bad yelp reviews and behavior of the starving artists and, so, the public stayed clear. Potential new artists steered clear of the community, far too intimidated by the starving artists' reputation and their criticism of new artists. And so, one by one old members moved on to other things until the day came when the community was no more.
The starving artists were gone and their art existed now only in the saddest and hollowest of their memories.
This cautionary tale is brought to you by the following Morals:
- Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
- Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
- Woe is the comp TF2 player who becomes the snobbish, free-loading starving artist.***
*my caps lock doesn't stick,
**because it takes time to move, but, since it's mostly meatballs, not that much. obviously.
***because this whole thing was a comparison of comp TF2 players to the starving artists and of the eXtv crew to the gallery owners. mind totally blown, am i right?