USA Tournament: And then there were FOUR.
MindControl,
Uhh, wow . . . Where do I even begin?! Pal, buddy, I loved you like a brother ever since you agreed to join my PL. Everyone else here laughed in my face and declined my super-elite PL invitation; but not you. NO! NOT YOU. You stood by my side every inch of the way — that sounds like the start of a penis joke, but unfortunately there’s no punchline in this case. Anyways, back on topic. What can I say? You were a true guy. The truest of guys, even. However, you’ve become the very thing you swore to destroy. It’s over, Anakin! I have the high ground now! Our friendship ends here. I’ll leave you to rot in your lava pit of doom. Okay, that was actually a bit much. Sorry, I’m all hyped up on Star Wars stuff today.
Well, just know that I will always love you whatever the outcome of our cup game is. I’m holding back tears as I write this, buddy. No, wait, I just giggled. Hehehehe. My emotions are all over the place right now. You see what you do to me? Is this love? Am I in love? That can’t be. We’ve never met in real life. You’re just some manager in a dying virtual fantasy game that I play. IDK. Whatever. Good luck and yada-yada-yada . . . Eff you!
"You will lose." -Ivan Drago