“There comes a time when innocent sparring turns into adrenaline-fueled rage fests. It’s all fun and games until the big guns come out and all hell breaks loose. The trash talk flies, fists come down with seething anger behind them and winning seems to be all that matters now. Transcending the highest mountains to reach astronomical heights and reach heights where honour and respect are of paramount importance, second to none. Yes, there will be blood. And lots of it.”
What else could I be talking about? Well, Street Fighter. The game, to be more precise. And yet those simple words have such hidden power residing within them. I can’t tell you the amount of change I hurled at those arcade machines growing up, perfecting my skills as a virtual warrior, trying to learn that new combo that earned you more respect than you had any right to have. Oh yes, the good old days.
As a teenager, the console editions of this legendary combat-based game consumed most of my adolescence. A group of bleary-eyed youths all huddled in front of a television screen, attempting to outwit each other whilst showing off their individual skills and prowess in this game. It meant the world to them and nothing but. The innocence of the young, eh? Not a care in the world and yet everything to prove, in all the wrong places.
Where is this all going? Well, the above reminiscing refers to a time in my life that was almost too long ago to remember. Though something I must admit I do look back with a certain fondness. Sure, mother always used to tell me I’m wasting my time playing that video game crap, but I’m all grown up now and STILL stick to my guns that it was time well spend. Because I just have to face blatant facts. The memories were freaking awesome! And in the meantime, I passed all my exams, was consistently the teacher’s pet and somehow managed to land myself an honours degree as well. Not bad for a bog standard games-junkie, right?
Well, it just so happens that those times, no matter how long ago they occured, are yet to be laid to rest. And it all revolves around this one steemian I met at the Steemfest. @Exyle, to be more exact. And to be even more exact, a guy I consider to be one of the nicest people I’ve ever had the privilege in meeting and now one of my best buddies to boot (I hope the feeling is reciprocated, lol. I'm sure they are). Anyways, it was just a few short weeks back that he came over to London to pay me a visit with his lovely girlfriend, 
He posed a great challenge indeed, but to my surprise (very much so, might I add), the old muscle-memory kicked back into action. The fingers were flying over that control pad once more and combo after combo was unleashed in quick succession. Oh yes! Unbelievably, the old magic was still there.
Well, that then pretty much summed up the rest of his vacation here. Us eating the creme-de-la-creme of junk food all day and hardcore gaming sessions well into the early hours. Rinse and repeat the following day. It was so fun goddamn fun, I can’t tell you. But alas, his time here with us ultimately came to an end when they both bade us a touching farewell at the airport, to return back home. Though this was anything but a “farewell”.
You see, after his return, we still both had this “Street Fighter” bug pretty bad. I mean, it was such an awesome experience and recaptured such a memorable time in my life, I’d have loved it to simply continue! And so it did, as I believe not long after 
And so begins an “oh-so-friendly” competition to see if I’ll ever be toppled as reigning supreme. He’s even written posts about it and has garnered quite a following of his fans hell-bent on seeing my destruction! Suffice to say, I’m more than up for the challenge.
But the funniest thing about all this? On Steemit, there have been flag wars, whale wars, steemian conflicts, voting collisions, political arguments. In fact, almost every conceivable drama you’d find in any half-decent soap opera out there. And in some deep, dark corner of Steemit, where few fear to tread. There are two grown-ass steemians, in the midst of all this war and chaos. Battling it out to see who really is..
The "Real" Ultimate “Street Fighter V” Champion.
Let’s all make this world a better place. In the famous works of Mr. Jack Nicholson… “Can’t we all just… Get along.”
Thank you and goodnight everybody!