Dirk Strider (Ultimate) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uber_marionettist) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
victory_road2022-10-18 10:15 am
uber_marionettist) wrote in victory_road2022-10-18 10:15 am
[Video; after the final tournament round]
[It's a video! A video of Dirk with the camera angle set low against the sunset, creating a very dramatic angle indeed.]
Well, well.
I suppose congratulations are in order. Though I'm reluctant to say so. Not that my opponent didn't earn his flowers, but the rest of you?
Oof. Yikes, even.
That was a test. I was testing you. And y'all almost didn't make it. Of the whole crop, only one of you had what it took to eliminate one guy running a single gimmick. Maybe a gimmick and a half, if I'm being charitable in my assessment of my own game. Which I do generally like to be, at least when I'm doing a public bit like this. But come on. I even left a comically oversized weakness in my strat and it wasn't until the very last second that anyone was successful in actually exploiting it. Some of you tried, but without any plan for actual follow-through.
It's the nature of the beast that the majority isn't meant for greatness, and I understand that. I'm not an unreasonable person. Despite claims otherwise, and the existence of actual dedicated groups founded on the principle of how I'm apparently and supposedly a danger to their children. But as a reflection on the entirety of outworlder proficiency, this tournament came so close to being an actual embarrassment that it turns my fucking stomach. Not because it reflects poorly on me. Obviously. I nearly took it all. I could have, if I'd wanted to. Easily. I let you all win. And even then barely, despite all the obvious flaws and weaknesses I left for you.
I'm not mad, though.
I'm going to turn this into a learning experience. A teachable moment, if you will.
Ask yourself: what would you have done if I'd pulled out all the stops? Just let me steamroll you like a six-second Looney Tunes gag, flattening your so-called best to a quantum superposition with the second dimension? Never once stopping to consider the consequences of allowing that 'best' (I hate to call it that, I really do) to be so predictably banal?
Contemplate that, and where you (collectively) went wrong. Where did I, very much on purpose I remind you, leave openings? What could have been done sooner to stop me?
Oh. And tick tock. I'm waiting.
Well, well.
I suppose congratulations are in order. Though I'm reluctant to say so. Not that my opponent didn't earn his flowers, but the rest of you?
Oof. Yikes, even.
That was a test. I was testing you. And y'all almost didn't make it. Of the whole crop, only one of you had what it took to eliminate one guy running a single gimmick. Maybe a gimmick and a half, if I'm being charitable in my assessment of my own game. Which I do generally like to be, at least when I'm doing a public bit like this. But come on. I even left a comically oversized weakness in my strat and it wasn't until the very last second that anyone was successful in actually exploiting it. Some of you tried, but without any plan for actual follow-through.
It's the nature of the beast that the majority isn't meant for greatness, and I understand that. I'm not an unreasonable person. Despite claims otherwise, and the existence of actual dedicated groups founded on the principle of how I'm apparently and supposedly a danger to their children. But as a reflection on the entirety of outworlder proficiency, this tournament came so close to being an actual embarrassment that it turns my fucking stomach. Not because it reflects poorly on me. Obviously. I nearly took it all. I could have, if I'd wanted to. Easily. I let you all win. And even then barely, despite all the obvious flaws and weaknesses I left for you.
I'm not mad, though.
I'm going to turn this into a learning experience. A teachable moment, if you will.
Ask yourself: what would you have done if I'd pulled out all the stops? Just let me steamroll you like a six-second Looney Tunes gag, flattening your so-called best to a quantum superposition with the second dimension? Never once stopping to consider the consequences of allowing that 'best' (I hate to call it that, I really do) to be so predictably banal?
Contemplate that, and where you (collectively) went wrong. Where did I, very much on purpose I remind you, leave openings? What could have been done sooner to stop me?
Oh. And tick tock. I'm waiting.
no subject
no subject
You only lost because you didn't want to win? Or uh...
Because you wanted to play fair?
What do you even mean by "would-be face"?