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eight. long. years.
from its humble beginnings as the first
three-dimensional polygon fighter in nineteen ninety-three,
to its resplendent beauty in its fourth incarnation in two
thousand one.
a dog may have lived out its life in
that span. we are but old dogs then, aspiring to learn new
tricks. amidst millions of reverse bodychecks. thousands of
dollars. across seven continents.
the battle begins anew. no stone left
unturned in the quest for greater knowledge. no expense spared
in training. no rest for the weary. no quarters given, except
to the game itself.
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