>>5149024>>5149207>>5149251"It's not luck, Mike." You say.
God, you almost want to hit yourself with how preachy you sound right now.
"See, this is why you are and always will be a loser."
Now, that's more like it. Appealing to Mike's reason is a lost cause.
"The right thing to ask yourself would be: 'what did I do wrong with my pokemon, able to one-shot the little iron pebble that spent its first action setting up Stealth Rocks?'" You add.
A bit wordy and not really pithy and you kind of lost your train of thought a little, but fuck it, you're concussed, you can get away with it.
Mike looks like he'd rather like to hit you right now.
"Great job Rusty, let's keep it up." You say, ignoring him for the moment.
"Now you just listen here, faggot-" Mike begins, jabbing a finger at you.
"Say, where even are you right now?" You ask, deciding to test that theory. "Why are we dreaming in PvP?"
"Wait, what?" Mike looks taken aback as all get out. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks.
Apparently the penny hasn't dropped yet.
>Mike, I'm not your subconscience telling you to pull your finger out, it's actually me, Alex.>So, what were you dreaming about before this?>Eh, nevermind, we can unpack this after we're finished. You going to sub in, or are you out?>Other 