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Your rocking chair creaks against the porch; rifle resting in your lap. The Contest Season is picking up, but there's a tinge of regret lingering in your stomach. For well over twelve years, you've been on the lookout for strong competition. For every figure passing the road to the bracket, few make past their bruises and fewer still have the fortitude to make the championship.

Legitimately, anyways. The advent of the rallied Best Character has ground your gears since '07. It always began with the Block.
Then, the Executioner.
Even the Monsters got to hold the trophy. Victory or not, it wasn't real strength. They come in band wagons, stuff the polls, and never return.

Which is why another figure catches your eye so quickly. The ponytail, school-girl outfit, you've seen all that before. Those kids never make it far in these contests. No, it's the official tag she got. 2017, autofill: Doki Doki Literature Club!. It took a single syllable for you to point your gun. No way is a title like Doki Doki is going to have lasting contest strength.

You wouldn't let this sit. This transgression of the Contest spirit has gone long enough! So, like any Link-fearing man would do, you call out the violator: "Hey, you there." You give the passer-by a mean glare. The passer-by gazes at you, although you can't tell if it's your face or the crack of your rifle. Either way, you decry her there and then: "You should know that your kind aren't welcome here."

"I'm sorry, sir?" You can't deny: she has your attention. For the least, she's a far cry from the guys who made buttfurious a rallying cry. With a look at your gun, you can tell she's nervous, but she musters just enough confidence to ask, "Did I do something wrong?"

Yes. You kindly explain. "Yeah. You'rerally meme bait, just like the others. Nothin' against new characters, mind. We're getting Geralt and Metal Sonic up and we're pretty sure they're hitting the second round. People actually play their games, dammit."

Despite your best efforts, you notice that she isn't moving in either direction, watching you parse your lips and clutch your fists against the machette of your chair. In fact, she puts a hand to her hip, and talks back. "I'm here...so, I won't leave you hanging."

Clearly buttdevastated from five years' past, you scowl at the entrant like a mad dog. her blank, confused face brings you back to your reality. At this point, you concede that you're not changing any minds. Sighing, you utter your ultimatum: "We don't want a repeat of Draven or Undertale." By then, the girl already clutched her bookbag, rolled her eyes, and continued walking towards contest hall. Your efforts failed you.

After all, you are an insane gamer.
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I owe it to y'all, DpOblivion and BKShiekah. Congrats on your brackets!