A Welcoming Fist, the Rusty Hands Meet the Whetstone!

I'll give everyone a brief synopsis about myself just in case they actually give a hoot about my past to know why I'm writing this blog now.

About a year or so ago, under the name 'Evil Dodongo' I went to a site called 'wifiwars' which has now been deleted due to it's domain expiring on October. This site had all the wi-fi games ranging from Wii to DS. Even some I never thought would actually have anyone into it, like Phantom Hourglass's wi-fi battles.

After about a month or two, I pretty much lost that brawling flame, not because Brawl became boring, but just that... No, maybe it did. I can't really explain it. Point being though, I just didn't want to play it. However as I progressed through high school, I encountered people who liked to brawl, and in time I slowly accepted challenges and whatnot. And not to be immodest, but I won every single one, because these were people who weren't tamed by the ways of people online, everyone knows there's a huge gap between playing online, and playing with computers. Point being that I was fortunate enough to have been trained online pretty well.

However, although my skills were still sharp enough to cut day-to-day casual people, slowly I found that lack of lust kicking in again, maybe it wasn't from the challenge, maybe it wasn't from the variety I used to have of who to fight. I lost my flame yet again. Or perhaps... It migrated.

I had a craving to find someone who would beat me, or someone who would at least make me sweat and have my heart pump like it used to. I went back to my roots and found that wifiwars was gone, and I recalled one other site that held quite the title. Here. Smashboards.

Quickly I made an account only a day ago, and now here I am today, discussing the results of my first encounter here.

I came across a player who used Samus, and I knew from the start that this wouldn't be the common potatoes I fight at school. Yet there was that lagging thought in my head that was underestimating him just a little.

Quickly by the first match I realized what I had found in a forum, in a board, in a community. I lost by one stock in a three stock match of 8 minutes. I realized that my gears were indeed rusty, my blade dull. We had about six games, and every game I felt those gears have less resistence, less pull. I enjoyed every death, and every loss, and that one win that I got because the stage (Frigate Orpheon) pulled a fast one as he recovered from an edge trick. But I digress.

The point is, I am enthralled by the new flame I found, stronger than before, I hope to reforge my blade and become a considerably better brawler through being here, by being out of the ordinary in tactics, one can successfully maneuver through any conflict. Such a thought is also referred to as insanity.

If anyone actually read this, I applaud you, and gladly welcome any challenges, I promise no wins or losses though, even I don't know what will be in store for me.

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Comments (2)

  1. This whole losing-the-flame thing was me a while back, so I kinda know what you mean.
    Gimme a time and I'll gladly Brawl you.
  2. Lol, insanity. Good read.
    I hope you find some good brawls here (and you will)!