rival wings. rival wings. rival wings. rival wings is the greatest, it is greater than anything. it is greater than feast, it is more than we can comprehend. it is a beam of pure illumination directed from my gobbiebag into yours at a billion miles a second. i played rival wings today and when the smoke cleared we were both 10 years younger. he tried to get into brute justice infront of me but before his game could even send the cast to the game servers, allowing him to enter the mech, i had stunned him twice. sometimes i do it so quickly i don't even know it happened, i am just instantly surrounded by mountains of bodies, uplanders crushed like old fruit and dullspheres left unreplaced. i have tested this, i have tested it in my base. it is hopeless. i send this message from the distant future, rival wings has trapped me in a time and space i do not recognize. send help. play rival wings and you may pop up near my queue.

tbh i wouldn't even care about her scarlet rot. i would take care of her and treat her correctly. bathe her every night and wash her prosthetics and wounds and tell her how strong and brave she is for fighting.

i wish she was real so bad...