Reflecting on LANchamp Cast

[juan]

Live coverage at events is a crucial part in the growth of eSports. I think the reason why the CPL was so successful when it was in its prime was due to the excellent coverage they had of their events. They had the kind of coverage that made you so badly want to be at the actual event. I remember being 15 years old watching CPL, seeing teams like 3D and SK battle it out, and thinking, "Wow, that would be crazy cool if that was me."

I've always wanted to try my hand at live casting, for fun more than anything, but also to play some role in helping our community grow. After having met BobWeaver at LANchamp Chicago, I approached him last week with the idea to let me cast LANchamp LA. He was onboard right away; I booked my flight to LA, and started preparation.

Having never done anything like this in the past, I had no idea what to expect. I have three years of experience doing demo commentaries for the site, but I've never done anything live before. I knew going in to the event that this was going to be a learning experience, which it definitely was.

There were quite of few things that could and will be improved on for future events. I am well aware of the low-quality of the stream and the annoying advertisements. This is because I used the free livestream streaming platform that held me to those limitations - I wasn't ready to spend the money on a better solution (on top of all my travel expenses) until I knew if this is something I wanted to become more serious about. However, given my limited time and money resources, I think the quality of the video stream itself was still acceptable.

Other things like problems with my microphone volume and outside noise should be easy to fix in the future. Some people were annoyed by constant switching of players and scoreboard tapping. As a caster however, this is something I had to do. In a typical cast, you have casters and directors. Casters do the talking and directors direct the video so that it is a smooth viewing experience. I was doing both jobs at once, which isn't ideal, but again, the lack of preparation time and personnel lead to me having to do this.

As for my casting itself, I had no idea if I would even be worth listening to. I arrived late at the event, and my first cast involved hopping in to a server mid-match after having traveled for 16+ hours on 3 hours of sleep. It took me a few rounds, but I was eventually able to get in a rhythm, and by the end of the event I felt really comfortable doing this live. Given my background is in strategy commentaries, I tried to mix in some strategic advice here and there, but stuck mostly to play-by-play calling. I learned more throughout the day, and I will analyze the recordings from the event to pick up on mistakes and things I can improve on, but overall it exceeded my expectations. Having LanDodger there with me was a huge help and I hope he will be there with me at future events. It's very nice to have someone to bounce things off of and it felt like he complimented everything perfectly.

I did this event primarily for fun; I had no idea what to expect. More than anybody, I know how many things could have been improved. However, for having only a week to put this together by myself, I think it turned out well and am excited to build off this at future events.

[arfyron]

I loved it I can't wait to see what you do in the future.

[eXiLe]

really enjoyed it.. i like the stream idea but also enjoy listening in a vent so i can be my own director while listening to others comments and insight.. just an idea you could be in a vent or something that people can join and do the live stream so ppl have the option

[voo]

it turned out great juan, i really appreciated the live casting not only for the entertainment but i agree that it is important in the growth of e-sports, and i said to one person i was talking to about the event "first like coverage in NA in a long time" it was a pleasure to watch( i watched most of the day really ) and i hope you can keep it up

[jEEd]

I think you did very well. It was awesome to watch, and I like the fact that you "know" so much about the game and therefore you could also do a little "strat" talking, or whatever to call it. And for the quality of the stream, well, I don't think it was that bad, i mean, almost every stream has those kind of quality ( some Worse ) so I had no problems with that. Only thing to mention could be the spammers in the chat but once they got banned it was very nice. Overall I think you were absolutely amazing and i hope to see more in the future.

[ashhh]

i also enjoyed it alot, would love to see more in the future

[Brian`]

i thought you did a great job and the volume and background noise with the mic didnt bother me at all honestly, hearing the players yell after an incredible play is actually nice to hear sometimes also the volume was fine for me as well

the insight you provided was also nice as most casters dont have the game knowledge you do

[Sarotti]

All in all, I thought is was very well done. Hope to see Juan go to Baltimore in the next month!

[cxf201018]

Scene I. A public place.

(Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers.)

Sampson. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.

Gregory. No, for then we should be colliers.

Sampson. I mean, an we be in choler we'll draw.

Gregory. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.

Sampson. I strike quickly, being moved.

Gregory. But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

Sampson. A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
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Sampson. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

Gregory. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.

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Gregory. The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
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Gregory. The heads of the maids?

Sampson. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

Gregory. They must take it in sense that feel it.

Sampson. Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

Gregory. 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.--Draw thy tool; Here comes two of the house of Montagues.

Sampson. My naked weapon is out: quarrel! I will back thee.

Gregory. How! turn thy back and run?

Sampson. Fear me not.

Gregory. No, marry; I fear thee!

Sampson. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

Gregory. I will frown as I pass by; and let them take it as they list.

Sampson. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is disgrace to them if they bear it.

(Enter Abraham and Balthasar.)

Abraham. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Sampson. I do bite my thumb, sir.

Abraham. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Sampson. Is the law of our side if I say ay?

Gregory. No.

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Gregory. Do you quarrel, sir?

Abraham. Quarrel, sir! no, sir.
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Abraham. No better.

Sampson. Well, sir.

Gregory. Say better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

Sampson. Yes, better, sir.

Abraham. You lie.

Sampson. Draw, if you be men.--Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

(They fight.)

(Enter Benvolio.)

Benvolio. Part, fools! put up your swords; you know not what you do. (Beats down their swords.)

(Enter Tybalt.)

Tybalt. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.

Benvolio. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.

Tybalt. What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!

(They fight.)

(Enter several of both Houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens with clubs.)

1 Citizen. Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!

(Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet.)

Capulet. What noise is this?--Give me my long sword, ho!

Lady Capulet. A crutch, a crutch!--Why call you for a sword?

Capulet. My sword, I say!--Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

(Enter Montague and his Lady Montague.)

Montague. Thou villain Capulet!-- Hold me not, let me go.

Lady Montague. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

(Enter Prince, with Attendants.)

Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Pr ofaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- Will they not hear?--What, ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins,-- On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground And hear the sentence of your moved prince.-- Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets; And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away:-- You, Capulet, shall go along with me;-- And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our farther pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.-- Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

(Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants.)

Montague. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?-- Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

Benvolio. Here were the servants of your adversary And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them: in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part.

Lady Montague. O, where is Romeo?--saw you him to-day?-- Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

Benvolio. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Where,--underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the city's side,-- So early walking did I see your son: Towards him I made; but he was ware of me, And stole into the covert of the wood: I, measuring his affections by my own,-- That most are busied when they're most alone,-- Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

Montague. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the farthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Away from light steals home my heavy son, And private in his chamber pens himself; Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Benvolio. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

Montague. I neither know it nor can learn of him.

Benvolio. Have you importun'd him by any means?

Montague. Both by myself and many other friends; But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himself,--I will not say how true,-- But to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know.

Benvolio. See, where he comes: so please you step aside; I'll know his grievance or be much denied.

Montague. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay To hear true shrift.--Come, madam, let's away,

(Exeunt Montague and Lady.)

(Enter Romeo.)

Benvolio. Good morrow, cousin.

Romeo. Is the day so young?

Benvolio. But new struck nine.

Romeo. Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?

Benvolio. It was.--What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Romeo. Not having that which, having, makes them short.

Benvolio. In love?

Romeo. Out,--

Benvolio. Of love?

Romeo. Out of her favour where I am in love.

Benvolio. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
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Romeo. Alas that love,replica sunglasses whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!-- W here shall we dine?--O me!--What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:-- Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!-- This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh?

Benvolio. No, coz, I rather weep.

Romeo. Good heart, at what?

Benvolio. At thy good heart's oppression.

Romeo. Why, such is love's transgression.-- Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.-- Farewell, my coz.

(Going.)

Benvolio. Soft! I will go along: An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Romeo. Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here: This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

Benvolio. Tell me in sadness who is that you love?

Romeo. What, shall I groan and tell thee?

Benvolio. Groan! why, no; But sadly tell me who.

Romeo. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will,-- Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!-- In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Benvolio. I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd.

Romeo. A right good markman!--And she's fair I love.

Benvolio. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

Romeo. Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow,--she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O, she's rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.

Benvolio. Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

Romeo. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For beauty, starv'd with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

Benvolio. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her.

Romeo. O, teach me how I should forget to think.

Benvolio. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.

Romeo. 'Tis the way To call hers, exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair; He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve but as a note Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

Benvolio. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

(Exeunt.)

Scene II. A Street.

(Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant.)

Capulet. But Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace.

Paris. Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

Capulet. But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Let two more summers wither in their pride Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Paris. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
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Capulet. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. world of warcraft power leveling The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,-- She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be: Which, among view of many, mine, being one, May stand in number, though in reckoning none. Come, go with me.--Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out Whose names are written there, (gives a paper) and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

(Exeunt Capulet and Paris).

Servant.Find them out whose names are written here! It is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned:--in good time!

(Enter Benvolio and Romeo.)

Benvolio. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish: Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

Romeo. Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that.

Benvolio. For what, I pray thee?

Romeo. For your broken shin.

Benvolio. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

Romeo. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.

Servant. God gi' go-den.--I pray, sir, can you read?

Romeo. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Servant. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but I pray, can you read anything you see?

Romeo. Ay, If I know the letters and the language.

Servant. Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
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Romeo. Stay, fellow;2moons dil I can read. (Reads.) 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brot her Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair assembly. (Gives back the paper): whit her should they come?