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And Alu, if you didn't it wouldn't be a fair fight and this is all about sportsmanship isn't it? Tactics against tactics is always better than "haha, you lose." It is a game after all.
Asimov wrote:Gentlemen. I like sparring.
Gentlemen,
I like Sparring.
Gentlemen.
I love sparring.
I like open style.
I like hybrid style.
I like closed style.
I like aggressive sparring.
I like defensive sparring.
I like trading blows.
I like landing strikes.
I like receiving damage.
I like striking critical blows.
I like ending matches.
In cities.
On highways.
In fields.
In the desert.
On a tundra.
In the sea.
In the air.
In the mud.
In an arena.
I love every aspect of sparring that takes place on the internet.
I like blowing away my opponent with the thunderous roar of my artillery striking with impossible force. When he is shot to pieces after being thrown into the air, my heart dances.
I like crushing my opponent's monstrous form with the cannons of my armored marines. When I mowed him down as he fled their unstoppable march, my heart leaped.
I like it when cybernetic infantry plows through the enemies lines with their high-frequency blades held high. I'm moved when new recruits, filled with panic and excitement throw themselves against even the most unbeatable foes.
Seeing a traitor exiled from my organization is unendurably exciting. Seeing a captive thrown down with a piercing shriek as my own hand falls was spectacular.
When our pitiful foes came against us with a legion of weaklings and misfits and we destroyed them utterly and razed their city to ashes, I was at my height.
Gentlemen.
I desire a spar that is like hell.
Gentlemen, my companions in my Technocracy who follow me. Gentlemen, what do you desire? Do you desire a war as well? Do you desire a sparring match of no mercy?
Do you desire a spar that stretches the limit of iron, wind, lightning and fire? One that will kill all the crows on this site?
Then we shall have our battle.
We used all the strength of our will and intellect to clench our fists. But for us, a mere spar is not enough.
It must be a great spar! A wholehearted great battle!
We are nothing more than a mere few. But I believe that you are all veterans, and worth a hundred agents each. In that case, we are three hundred strong.
Let us drive away those that have sneered at us, let us pull awake those who have let themselves grow weary in our presence. Let us pry them up by their hair and pry open their eyes and make them see! Let's show them the taste of fear. Let's make the understand the sounds of our shoes pounding and guns blazing.
Let's show them that there are things between the stars which they wouldn't even dream to be possible. A group of only three Technocrats that will burn this world down.
Our target is the highest standings of this tournament.
Gentlemen. Let's begin.


I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MUTHA FUCKING 'CRATS,
IN THIS MUTHA FUCKIN' TOURNAMENT!!!
Chnk. Chank. Click. went the shotgun.
Chhk-click. said Loyalty.
And with that, both the guns were alongside each other, pointed straight down towards the center of the arena.
Let's open some fuckin' windows.
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