The alpha:
Yoshiaki Takamiya lost the set. It didn't matter how many jab 1s into jab 2s into Shoryuken he had landed, he was bested by Anvil, Minecart and Up Smash reads from his opponent. After the result screen, the video toy left his mind completely. Asimo, the alias he chose to represent himself, went to the parking lot of the venue right after giving the sportsmanship salute and collecting the second place prize. He had places to go. Yoshiaki turned the contact of his red McLaren on and sighed. He would have to pay the dinner out of his own pocket now that he lost the tournament. Not that it would matter. Asimo was a world renowned architect already at 21 years old. He had envisioned the pearl of the crown restaurant commissioned by López brothers, who had heard of the man's genius after his parents had eaten out at their previous flagship restaurant years prior in Barcelona. A single dinner date would make no dent in his bank account. He left the Sumabato SP venue feeling a bit down that his guru Roman Kobayashi would be disappointed in him for being a lesser man that he had awaken up being.
Asimo showed up on time. He waited a little while until his girlfriend showed up. She was Yukina Weiss, an illegitimate granddaughter of Juan Carlos the 1st of Bourbon. She apologized for arriving five minutes late. Yoshiaki's head jerked and turned to the camera. He said: "What the fuck are you looking at, loser? Stop daydreaming and pull yourself up by your bootstraps."
The beta:
Taro has just done the most faggoty pop-off possible even in the context of Smash Ultimate. The player known as Acola swiftly left the venue hoping to take the next train to his neighborhood. It was crowded and he was surrounded by old people, but it was his only means of transportation. Upon his arrival, he took the plate his mother had left next to his door. He opened the door to his domain and began slurping the chicken soup. Taro Li Ye sneezed and some of the soup went into his nose. "So hot!" he cried out.
It was 3 AM and Taro still hadn't slept for a second. The youngling recanted his failure to launch in his mind. The next morning, he reminded himself, he had to go back to his place of work and sit in the naughty employee wing with nothing to do for the entirety of his shift. He wondered if the whole nation of Japan was retarded for that practice, because it was a good thing to him to lack any responsibilities.
The omega:
Me for writing all this shitpost nobody will read instead of working on my task due tomorrow.
Context:
The story is only loosely based on the sets but I still named Asimo and Acola so might as well post the source of my schizophrenic ramblings.
Yoshiaki Takamiya lost the set. It didn't matter how many jab 1s into jab 2s into Shoryuken he had landed, he was bested by Anvil, Minecart and Up Smash reads from his opponent. After the result screen, the video toy left his mind completely. Asimo, the alias he chose to represent himself, went to the parking lot of the venue right after giving the sportsmanship salute and collecting the second place prize. He had places to go. Yoshiaki turned the contact of his red McLaren on and sighed. He would have to pay the dinner out of his own pocket now that he lost the tournament. Not that it would matter. Asimo was a world renowned architect already at 21 years old. He had envisioned the pearl of the crown restaurant commissioned by López brothers, who had heard of the man's genius after his parents had eaten out at their previous flagship restaurant years prior in Barcelona. A single dinner date would make no dent in his bank account. He left the Sumabato SP venue feeling a bit down that his guru Roman Kobayashi would be disappointed in him for being a lesser man that he had awaken up being.
Asimo showed up on time. He waited a little while until his girlfriend showed up. She was Yukina Weiss, an illegitimate granddaughter of Juan Carlos the 1st of Bourbon. She apologized for arriving five minutes late. Yoshiaki's head jerked and turned to the camera. He said: "What the fuck are you looking at, loser? Stop daydreaming and pull yourself up by your bootstraps."
The beta:
Taro has just done the most faggoty pop-off possible even in the context of Smash Ultimate. The player known as Acola swiftly left the venue hoping to take the next train to his neighborhood. It was crowded and he was surrounded by old people, but it was his only means of transportation. Upon his arrival, he took the plate his mother had left next to his door. He opened the door to his domain and began slurping the chicken soup. Taro Li Ye sneezed and some of the soup went into his nose. "So hot!" he cried out.
It was 3 AM and Taro still hadn't slept for a second. The youngling recanted his failure to launch in his mind. The next morning, he reminded himself, he had to go back to his place of work and sit in the naughty employee wing with nothing to do for the entirety of his shift. He wondered if the whole nation of Japan was retarded for that practice, because it was a good thing to him to lack any responsibilities.
The omega:
Me for writing all this shitpost nobody will read instead of working on my task due tomorrow.
Context:
The story is only loosely based on the sets but I still named Asimo and Acola so might as well post the source of my schizophrenic ramblings.
