If so, that's your demon right there. You know it and you embrace it and it makes you happy, because sometimes you just need someone to hate in life. Of course, that's hard to do when everyone in the room is a relative stranger. "Hard to do" never meant "impossible," though, and as I'd soon find out, if a villain doesn't emerge by natural causes, the video game tournament audience is more than happy to pick one at random.
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"He gets to play in a chair, while the other contestants have to stand? Fuck this guy."
The tournament eventually came down to the finals (as many of them do, I suppose). I was set to take on one of the Hispanic brothers, the one who used a Pikachu in a red party hat -- the color of blood and vengeance. By this time, the audience of people who came to watch, combined with former players who were previously eliminated, had begun to pick sides. Maybe it's because Pikachu is cute and yellow, and Yoshi is given a set of moves that can best be described as "frustrating and alienating to the people you care about," but the crowd started to turn on me. As the ratio of lives that I had compared to my adversary became more lopsided, their response slowly dampened. The outcome became painfully, and therefore boringly, inevitable.
No one was booing me, because we don't actually live in the universe where the plot of The Wizard takes place, but the crowd had decided, circumstantially, that Daniel was the antagonist of this whole event. I was the boss battle, which is something that really compliments my expertise. But no one congratulates the boss for beating the player. At best, they might (and did) say "You were too good," but in this case, "You were too good," always translated into "I dislike you for how all of this went down."
"Congrats to you for winning, and to me for resisting the urge to Falcon Punch you in the taint right now."