Dallinor on 16 August 2017
I always wonder about those tournament winners. Like an alcoholic at a bar in 2040, down on his luck, cursing the robotic waitress as he leaves stumbling back to his 2 bedroom house, searching for more liquor under the stairs, lightbulb swinging. And suddenly its there. A dusty copy of SF5, his eyes widen and he remembers it all, the noise of the crowd, his name up in lights, smiling holding the novelty cheque. Still smiling as the estate agent handed over the keys, how his life was going to be so happy forever.
