(As Darth Vader
“Super Smash Brothers. That name no longer has any meaning.”
After 3 long monthes of training and my mind going in a 180 degree nose-dive, I'm done with SSB. I resign defeated, embarased, and ungodly stressed. The defeat at Babbage's proved I shall never win and shall be destined to waste time THINKING I can win. A cheap shot killed me, and perhaps it always shall. I shall forever be an easy-to-beat obsticle. Every day I think of that tournement and how I almost won until 2 red shells killed me. I shall never win, and never accomplish anything. I hate you all, including myself. I was put on this Earth for no reason, except possibly for people to laugh at my ugliness, stupidity, and ungodly bad luck. I shall now kill myself. Try to stop me would be like stopping an ant trying to eat poison. I have no reason, purpose, friends, or ambition.
I don't deserve to be here. I'm completly useless and annoying as hell.
If anyone wants to object I'd like to see it. Because I love seeing no-one.