There is just something about Super Smash Bros. that takes even the sweetest and quietest among us and morphs them into a shit-talker of the highest order.
These new heroes would live forever in the post-launch Azeroth, eventually becoming binary representations of the hopes and dreams of thirteen million mortal human beings.
I’m standing in front of the cop car, their lights glaring in my face. I clench my fist, threatening to put a serious dent in the hood of their car.
Lucio shoots sound waves at his enemies, boosts his teammates’ speed with dubstep, and heals them with ambient bass. He’s everything I aspire to be. Sort of…