In 1v1 I got matched up with another Arbiter player. I went super-Arby while he tried to make an army of jackals. I kept making hit-and-runs on his army while taking extra bases, so I forced him into his back two bases (the map was tundra, sorry). I got a little bored and started making scarabs, only to be surprised that he had hunters and suicide grunts to fight back with. I kept throwing scarabs at him, and eventually he sent a few my way. Somehow he managed to sneak over to the Mega-turret and turned my newest scarabs into flaming scrap metal. With four bases and around 80,000 resources, I decided to do something I had never done before: Suicide Grunt spam. I started making T3 suicides and teleported them all to my top base, just down the path from his main base. I had just given the attack order when he asked me what I was making:

"It's probably another two scarabs, right?"

"Noooooooooope..." (I had one of the most evil grins I have ever felt at that moment) 

"Then what are you making?"

"Well, if you will turn your attention to your main base..."

"What, I don't see anyth-OH, ****! **** **** **** **** ****!"

My suicide grunts were able to wipe out his base before his army made it back, and I was able to take out most of his hunters with my Arbiter. I made another two scarabs and attacked from two different directions while raeping his army with my Arbiter before I was finally able to finish him off. The game lasted for one hour and twenty-eight minutes exactly. He sent me a friend request saying that the match was great, and that I was the first person that had kept him on the defensive for that long. He's still on my friends list, and we play 2v2 sometimes.

Im Allhere:

Nocbl2:

"Oh, hey, that saggy old cripple is too fast. Lets screw him over in a month."

his chair ran low on batteries from zooming around all day long.