Somet|mes | Get Nostalg|c For My Days Back |n The Underground F|duspawn Arena. The Cool Metal Of The Shock Collar On Your Neck So You Know That Everyone There |s Play|ng For Keeps. There's A Certa|n M|ssed Sat|sfact|on |n Watch|ng Your Enem|es Get Repeatedly Electrocuted After Each Blundered Play. however, Desp|te That Nostalg|a, | Would Hardly Lower Myself To Go Back After All The Advances |n Duel|ng Flapstract|on Technology Done By Kanasta Corp. At The End Of The Day, The Game |s All That Truly Matters.
BATTER UP < WHEN I JOINED MY FIRST TEAM, THEY TOO ATTACHED A COLLAR TO MY NECK AND SAID "BOY, IF YOU DON'T KNOCK AT LEAST ONE OF THESE TEN BALLS OUT OF THE PARK, THAT THING IS GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODE." LET ME TELL YOU. I SMASHED SO MANY OF THOSE BALLS OUT OF THE FUCKING PARK, THE GUY WHO PUT THE COLLAR ON ME WENT, "I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I HAVE FUCKING DONE," PUT THE COLLAR ON HIMSELF, AND BLEW HIS OWN SHIT SKY FUCKING HIGH. MORAL OF THE STORY? NEVER UNDERESTIMATE BATTUR RUNMAN. #VIOLENCE > HOMERUN
| Respect The Hell Out Of That M|ster Battur Runman. Complete And Utter Obl|terat|on Of All Oppos|t|on When Challenged |s The Only Way To Play Any Game.
BATTER UP < IT IS NOT ENOUGH TO SIMPLY WIN. EVERY OPPONENT NEEDS TO FEEL MY FUCKING WRATH, DEEP IN THEIR SOUL, FOR SIMPLY HAVING THE IDIOTIC THOUGHT OF ATTEMPTING TO PLAY AGAINST ME. GLAD TO SEE YOU FEEL THE SAME. > HOMERUN