A while back I was playing my friend, I was
, he was
. He has the best fundamentals I have ever seen : lazer me like crazy, 90% tech-chase, really just not getting hit, evading follow-ups, plus he brained me non-stop and baited me into noob-traps so easily it was disgusting. So basically he was just breaking my face game after game, while I tried to keep my composure and not to cry like a little baby.
Then comes this game, on FD. It started out just like the ones before, but somehow I managed to clutch a few kills while holding on to my stocks a bit better, so we come down to last stock (needless to say that didn't occur too often). We both noticed that something was different. I could actually take this game, and he could actually lose to me. So things got really tense at that point, our other friends were hanging out with beers and chatting, not minding us in the least, but slowly they got quiet as their attention shifted to us and to the epic battle that was taking place...
So here I was, leaning 20cm away frow the screen, my teeth clenchend, every muscle tensed at maximum, with sweat dripping on my forehead. My body was responding to everything happening in the game, twitching in surprise and making sillly faces. My friend didn't seem indifferent either, with his baddest murder face on, you could feel a fire ball of rage radiating from him, and for the first time I could smell his fear. And oh did It taste delicious.
We both got stray hits on each other, neither of us getting anything serious. He was playing 100% defensive at this point, while I, at my own stupefaction, started to go in with succes. I rode him down accross the stage, knocking him down ten times in a row, I could already taste victory, and felt empowered like never before... Too much actually. Beccause at this pivotal moment -he was slowly getting up, crippeled buy his bruises, at a ridiculous %, standing right at the edge- he saw below the cliff, the pit that would swallow him whole, where he would fall to his doom, broken for the reminder of his existence. Looking back, time froze as a sight a thousand times more horrifying struck his heart : A figure, suspended in the air, surrounded by dazzling, heavenly light, about to come down on him with the force of all the titans combined. He felt like a very little bird, while his soul changed states to liquid before evaporating, as if trying to take off from his physical body before its annihilation. Princess Peach Toadstool was no more : instead she had transfigured into a new form, riding the black horses of the tartarus Æthon, Alastor, Nyctéus and Orphnéus, and wielding a sword bound by shadow and flame, ready to strike down upon her foe with great vengeance and furious anger. He looked up and saw, instead of her golden hair, flames burning so bright they could swallow the world and turn it to ashes, he couldn't see her face beccause of the unearthly darkness that clung to it, save her eyes. Eyes she seemed to have taken from medusa, her gaze so petrifying it could turn to stone any who laid eyes upon her.
Then, right at the crossroad, at the moment before the teacup shatters and time resumes its flow, my friend remembered something. He remembered he was smarter than me. So he pressed L and flicked his control stick right, causing his character to roll through my attack. My f-air hit nothing but air. Incredulous, I turned around only to see a metal boot closing in to my face very fast. I ate his roundhouse kick right in the teeth. I thought I was done for. This would be the time I almost beat him. I let my shoulders fall down and looked up. But doing so, my fingers sliped and made on their own a very special input : what I would later know as SDI or Smash Directionnal Influence. I should have been sent falling to my demise and yet, to my stupor, I was hardly even knocked away. Reacting at what I never could have anticipated, I hastily threw out a nair, which hit him with a very late hitbox, barely sending him offstage. Now standing at the edge, I tried to catch his DJ with the stupidest move you could think of in that situation : d-tilt. I never knew this move was a meteor smash. I've watched most of Armada's peach there is to see on youtube, plus some other peaches, and never ever did I see a peach even try to go for it. I learned it's beccause it's very short reach, low priority and fairly long start-up lag make it way too impractical for edgegarding purposes.
Nevertheless, that stupid d-tilt hit, that stupid d-tilt meteor smashed him, throwing him at the speed of light down into the blastzone, and that stupid d-tilt brought the most grotesque ending possible to one of the most epic and nerve-testing game I've ever played (along with that time I did a 3 stock comeback on another friend when I was on my last stock already at 120%).
It took me a full second to realize what just happened in front of our unbelieving eyes. Then I popped off like in the GRsmash videos and yelled like a ******, and I'm a really calm person. Sometimes I still try to get that d-tilt meteor, but to no avail. I suppose things like that are the domain of divine intervention, and can never be re-enacted by mortals alone. Maybe it's better that way, to leave this imperishable memory untouched, to cherish until my last day...
BUT DANG HIS SORRY *** GOT REKT !!! Lame Falco is his name.