Lt. Boxy Angelman
I WILL EAT THIS GAME
I've officially converted from Cyborg to Bi-Han.
Since NEC, I've been in a constant loop searching for the cure to my ills. No matter how much time I spent with Cyrax/Cyblax, I could never get him to the level others have taken.
I can't AA Throw like Noobe. Can't CG like Krayzie. Can't reset like Maxter.
I thought it was me. That no matter how much work I'd put into it, no matter how much I dedicate to memory and put into practice, I'd never be able to master this game and take it to the level the peers and partners I've made in Kombat have reached.
It's fucking CYRAX. How could things be going so wrongly?
Drove me crazy. Disheartened me to the point after I got taken out by Shady at Winter Brawl, I drank my defeat away and seriously considered walking away.
Then I thought to myself, the next morning after trying to shake off the hangover and figure out what the hell happened to my shoes...
"Why in god's name didn't I play Sub-Zero?"
He's been my faithful #2 ever since I started playing him. Costume 2. Dark. Extra evil.
I know my Ice Clone placements. My pokes and prods. Luring out zoning for EX Slides.
22's, pressure mixups, AND like his ol' pal Smoke, he has his very own F4 Lottery.
(Even though that's more of a case where if your F4 tactic doesn't work, you're gonna fucking die.)
I'm more attentive, more locked in, more precise, more tactical and manipulative...no matter how many people I take in the lab, how many ADD moments I have bouncing between flash-pan ideas, and in spite of his frozen flaws and shortcomings, there is NO ONE in this game whose skin I feel more comfortable inside of than Bi-Han's.
So from this point forward, Cyrax shall take the place of the Lieutenant's lieutenant, and all further efforts made by me, Box, will be made under the flag of SUB-ZERO.
Including blue letters. They're prettier than yellow, anyway.
So...how much pain and suffering am I in for?
Since NEC, I've been in a constant loop searching for the cure to my ills. No matter how much time I spent with Cyrax/Cyblax, I could never get him to the level others have taken.
I can't AA Throw like Noobe. Can't CG like Krayzie. Can't reset like Maxter.
I thought it was me. That no matter how much work I'd put into it, no matter how much I dedicate to memory and put into practice, I'd never be able to master this game and take it to the level the peers and partners I've made in Kombat have reached.
It's fucking CYRAX. How could things be going so wrongly?
Drove me crazy. Disheartened me to the point after I got taken out by Shady at Winter Brawl, I drank my defeat away and seriously considered walking away.
Then I thought to myself, the next morning after trying to shake off the hangover and figure out what the hell happened to my shoes...
"Why in god's name didn't I play Sub-Zero?"
He's been my faithful #2 ever since I started playing him. Costume 2. Dark. Extra evil.
I know my Ice Clone placements. My pokes and prods. Luring out zoning for EX Slides.
22's, pressure mixups, AND like his ol' pal Smoke, he has his very own F4 Lottery.
(Even though that's more of a case where if your F4 tactic doesn't work, you're gonna fucking die.)
I'm more attentive, more locked in, more precise, more tactical and manipulative...no matter how many people I take in the lab, how many ADD moments I have bouncing between flash-pan ideas, and in spite of his frozen flaws and shortcomings, there is NO ONE in this game whose skin I feel more comfortable inside of than Bi-Han's.
So from this point forward, Cyrax shall take the place of the Lieutenant's lieutenant, and all further efforts made by me, Box, will be made under the flag of SUB-ZERO.
Including blue letters. They're prettier than yellow, anyway.
So...how much pain and suffering am I in for?