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With one-button specials, no skill do you seek.
No quarter-circle, no dragon-punch grace,
Just mashing away with a smile on your face.
Your combos are handed, no effort, no grind,
Yet still, you believe you're of tactical mind.
With Drive Impacts plenty, you flail and you spam,
Thinking you're godly—you're just in a jam.
While classic players toil, their skills hard-earned,
You skip the struggle, the lessons unlearned.
Execution, precision, the joy of the fight,
Lost to the ease of your auto-made might.
So revel, dear modern, in victories cheap,
But deep down inside, you know it runs deep.
For when skill is required, and effort is due,
The battlefield won’t have a place left for you.
Your head is too big (although that may be, because of your giraffe neck posture). As for your hair, lol. Seriously, do something. You look like a horse.
Stare at your face for more than 5 seconds, and you will see how ugly you are. The eyes which are too far apart is what ruins/damages an already ugly face even further. Unfortunately for you, that can't be surgically fixed, lol.