Almost every fighting game player I've met and or seen, will always say "oh don't give up!" "keep going!" "losing is just a part of the process" yet those words are so agonizingly hollow and they all seem to talk like ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ robots and are always extremely good at nearly every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ game they play. Fighting game players don't know or understand, or actually better yet, comprehend what the ♥♥♥♥ it means to suffer, what the ♥♥♥♥ it means to lose over and over and over and ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ over. I swear, it's as if you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ have no empathy at all. you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ don't know what it's like to never be good at things. I want to be proven wrong but yet everywhere I look, it becomes more and more clear to me that you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ were born lucky and have zero emotions at all. No one understands and I highly doubt any of you ever will

I spawned out of my mom’s vagina with a hitbox in my hands. I was already good at fighting games when you scrubs were still learning how to walk.
Look at this new kid here. You waited to be born? I had an entire Street Fighter 2 cabinet in my mom's womb before Street Fighter 1 was even released. Git gud nooblord

ahh the pepeloni, pepeloni. you know the pepeloni? the nooo one. i always, i always order the, the domino. domino pepeloni and without pepeloni. i always order the pepeloni and without pepeloni. pepeloni! i like pepeloni, yeah. i always, i always order the, the cheese- cheese pan. ahh how can i explain? i can explain by my drawing! i always order like the cheese pan that it has cheese on here, this part, the ear. ear of pizza. and then, i order- wh- when i order pepeloni, the ear- it always have a pepeloni on h- on a top, but i pick up these... away! cause i don't eat it. and then i eat the cheese pan pizza. okay? you understand? understandable! pepeloni! yes.

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Then, tragedy struck… my neighbor threw a rock at my head, and then… I developed stage four leukemia. I was horribly ill, and the very blood in my body was my poison. Nurses loathed even the mere thought of my name, somehow, they gave me glass bones syndrome. I was dying, and nobody even dared to give me flowers. I would be alone in the dark with a shattered piano & some water fountains and I could do nothing about this.

It all started when I was a young man. Everybody hated me, wherever I roamed, my name was slandered. I was the textbook definition of a loser. Everybody threw ice cubes at me when I went to school, and I was shoved into lockers, and people threw water fountains at me when I walked into class. When I went to lunch kids put hand sanitizer in my food. After that terrible day of school, I went home, and my father threw the piano at me and told me I would be nothing in life. For years I have believed that.