Bumped, because "Yes" is still winning the poll by 8 points.
And now, "A Letter To Anakin Skywalker."
By: Doctor Angel.
Don't think I've forgotten you, Vader.
Darth Brady.
Opposite side of the Force.
Alive Xob to my dead Box.
Winter is coming for you, and it will leave with your soul.
And neither your trident, nor your Clone, nor whatever plan you and your other higher ups have in place to make the world think I'm crazy, so you can keep blowing me off and back out of the fact that you are being challenged in the ways of old, as a MAN and a warrior, in plain and sane black and fucking white, and you don't even have the stones to tell me to my face that you think you're better than me, so I'm not worth the effort.
I know you know this is inevitable, just as I do.
This isn't just some goof with a wolf hat you're running from.
Need I remind you the greatest player any of has ever known in our games started out with an almost Wolf Hat, and it worked out pretty goddamn well for him.
The patch means now we both know exactly what's ahead.
The storm of the century.
So, leaving with the words of Stephen King, I remain ever vigilant for your answer, or presumable lack thereof...but if you don't know how to rule with a fist of hype anymore, someone deserves the chance to surpass you.
Give me what I want, and I'll go away.
You know what it's gonna be like, Tom?
I do. I've seen it. Like the fucking Oracle. It's fantastic.
Remember that time, ages ago, when VSM was still on top, and you had managed to convince yourself that you were going to take the OG Evil Riu's head against Sonya?
And then, you opened up with a baby. And for a moment, you smelled blood, and you were seething for more.
...aaaaand then Riu stood back up and piledrove you like Jerry Lawler at the Bunny Ranch.
I want to see THAT Tom Brady at NEC.
I want Deathmatch Skin Tom Brady.
I want the Brady that you would have to be to wrestle in barbed wire.
The kind that has closed off all fear and hesitation in order to succeed.
I want you to realize that this isn't for me because I WANT it to be for me.
I want to put on a good fucking show for the world, and prove that the old ways still work and we are just as fucking capable of doing some game changingly different shit as a scene could hope to be.
I want the you that wants THAT to work and will KILL ME (hypothetically) to get it over.
Forget that it's me. Pretend it's Sonic, or King, or Cowboy, or someone you already have a reason to do business with.
If that's what gets you to see what I'm trying to do in my pursuit of you, go for it. I won't take it personally.
Let your ambition and your foresight be the wheels that get you to this battle.
Be Shane Douglas. Be the fucking Franchise.
Don't take any shit from any psycho with a blood grudge.
But don't let that stand in the way of what could be good for business.
I want that Brady.
So that when you get your first taste of blood, and you probably will, I can see all the hope and fire leave you when I get back up and dropkick whichever pale, skinless potato of an avatar you choose to meet minds wielding through a fucking pane of glass, and drag him through the shards.
But you don't want hungry anymore.
None of you do.
You have your cloud to live in, and your clones to hide behind.
What the fuck do you care anymore?
But my money says there's a part of you in there somewhere that MAYBE still could.
That's the you I'm speaking to.
Give me what I want, and I'll go away.
Sincerely,
Doctor Angel
Morbid Priest of the House of Triangles
Leader of the Advent Kombat Alliance