Close your eyes in a room full of StarCraft II players and you could be forgiven for thinking you were in the presence of a giant space cockroach, or a vast interstellar weevil, or something else with nasty chattering mandibles.
Idle talk is kept to a minimum when you're playing Blizzard's latest; in its place is a gentle mixture of half-formed strategic mumbling, sighs of defeat, and clicking, always clicking: clicking that's probably a dozen or so fingers frantically directing waves of Firebats, but could pass rather well for the juddering claws or antennae of some kind of horrible oversized bug.
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