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Apparently, someone’s kicking absolute ass in the launch tournament of the brand new edition of Magnificent Mayhem Mash by Mini Intend-oo, this one for their brand new console, the Intend-oo Swatch. Now, of course, as a multiple-time Magnificent Mayhem Mash (3MA GYS) tournament finalist, Indigo had to see this- apparently the aforementioned contestant had signed up last-second, and was currently sweeping the floor with a 6-win streak. Which meant there might be some record breaking, and Indi wanted to be there to see it.
Upon arriving onto the scene of the bloodbath, another round just about to start, Indi noticed 3 main things:
First, the two contestants- one, a guy who looks like he’s probably in his thirties, wearing a fedora and the rest of the typical gamer incel getup. The other is almost completely obscured by a hoodie, no taller than 4 feet and in relatively baggy clothing overall- Indi couldn’t see their face but was almost sure by their stature that they couldn’t be older than 15.
Second, the mains each had picked- the incel had picked a generic white male protagonist from a 90’s fighter that the devs pretty much just had to add out of obligation. The kid, however, had picked an absolute kick-ass character from the cult classic series, Vampire Piggy Hunter- with a build specifically made for high-risk, high-reward gameplay.
Third, based on these facts, things could go pretty much two ways- either Indi was going to have to watch a spoiled man-baby smirk in glory as he button-spammed the hopes and dreams right out of this first-time tournamentee, who is, more likely than not, a teen- probably some flavor of queer, too, or, Indi was about to watch this kid absolutely mop the floor with this asshole and continue their almost unheard-of victory streak. And Indi already knows for sure which situation they’d rather watch play out.
Much to Indi’s delight, as soon as the game starts, the teen immediately combos into a shield grapple, putting a enormous percentage of damage into their opponent- his first stock is obliterated within the first 30 seconds as he only manages to get a puny percentage of damage onto the teen’s vampire mage assassin, the white, unrealistically buff white figure sent hurtling off the screen by well timed blows from their shining amethyst-studded silver blade.
Indi gasps and whistles, clapping along with the rest of the crowd as the next round starts, the incel sputtering in disbelief as he fumbles with his controller, indignant as the teen continues to dash-dance circles around him, dodging his every attack and inflicting massive amounts of damage. The first game is over in mere minutes, the teen skillfully annihilating the incel 3 to 0.
The audience cheers, the teen doing a slight nod and getting ready for the next match with their opponent, stretching their arms as the second out of 3 matches begins, but before both players start, the incel fumes, his face bright red in embarrassment, like a grotesque pimple. “That fucking faggot cheated! Why are you retards celebrating?”
He lurches forwards out of his chair, punching the teen in the face, who stumbles out of their chair but catches themselves before they hit the ground, their nose starting to bleed as the tournament organizer frantically ushers security over, but not before the enraged, envious man yanks the hoodie off of the kid, screaming at them. “Stop hiding your face, you hacking coward! You’re only a fucking kid, you’re shit at video games, you’re not good enough to be here!”
There’s a flash of bright purple, and Indi squints through their glasses, their face blindness failing them, their brain latching onto the kid’s hair color. “…Is that… one of Professor Membrane’s kids?” They mutter under their breath, eyes accidentally meeting with the other’s, a moment before the purple-haired kid yanks the hoodie back from the incel at full force, tugging it back on as quickly as they can and disappearing into the crowd as the security guards finally grab the violent contestant.