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Inferiority.
Sport is as much a performance as anything else. And a performance needs to be well received by its spectators. And done in collaboration, in order to be done well.
In a time capsule from 10 years ago, when you would walk into a blank scene, when you would see white kids with 20/10 vision were hunched over at their desks learning to air-strafe, to flick and track, to push limits of a new concept noone had even considered to exist, would you have thought upon seeing it, that it would become anything significant in the future? Would you have scoffed at those rejects, and thought to yourself, "such an activity may only be undertaken, by the lowest class, by people who couldn't find happiness in the real world"? At that time, I'd concede you were right.
In the inital push towards the new culture wave, of course there would be resistance. But nowadays, if you walked into an arena hosting matches of the games well received today, you would find nothing short of a generational spectacle. Waves on waves of fans with a pure love wavering within their hearts, bordering on idol worship. Perhaps there was an age where video games were shunned as a proper leisure. Not now. Its crowds now consist of the same screaming, faceless masses who come together in a passion for competition, whether it be on the field or between electronic hardware; the stigma imagined from a previous time, no longer exists.
Kids in the suburbs are able now, to grow up fully NT, on 4k 440hz monitors from the age of 12, building a life as just enthralling as one lived outside, playing games to the point of mastery all day every day, until getting groomed into a professional team or going off to live life as a normie. There is no hint of ostracization, of a desperation to find success in life from this new generation. They have become the chads, the people who are born into success and will never know failure.
Maybe it has been beneficial to the disadvantaged, for this culture to have grown so pervasively. As a young teenager playing in the FPS pro scene, how do you live? You get to have fun doing what you love, in this alternate reality of virtual characters and mechanics, bonding with a team of brothers, traveling the country or perhaps the world one day, to fight competitors who lend you the tension needed to give you that spark, the adrenaline induced by competition that most people could never dream of feeling. It's so suifuel just to imagine what they could do, while you play the same games, wallowing in mediocrity, softlocked by every external factor possible. I never had an interest in real sports anyway. If not for FPS, if not for IEM and ESL, I never could have received such a pitiful feeling of despair, I never would have understood what it means to cower under champions, past present and future.
Maybe there is empathy to be drawn, in some perspectives. People who would never have gotten the chance elsewhere, can now travel the world, these bluepilled oldcels, who spent their lives learning lineups, scaling, at least they have reveled in some of this success. But they will soon be gone. Rows upon rows of perfectly built specimens, with record-speed reaction times and a prowess for mouse control, are rushing in. The clips you once watched over and over again, mean nothing now; they will hit better shots than anything you could have conceived, and it will be effortless for them. Already the old games have been forgotten, and the content now celebrated is absurd, like a mockery of the original conceptions. And noone around is the worse for it. They will dance in joy after you are gone, complete and utter joy.
You will never be a young NT teen, grinding for the next rank, getting aces in top elo every other game, enjoying all the leisures of reality, girls, fame, money, all the while contributing to build a future made up in data and computer chips. You are to watch the forerunners lay the ground for a new dawn that will bring light upon everyone, but you.
You were never going to win.
You may have played games, but it is you who has been played.
Sport is as much a performance as anything else. And a performance needs to be well received by its spectators. And done in collaboration, in order to be done well.
In a time capsule from 10 years ago, when you would walk into a blank scene, when you would see white kids with 20/10 vision were hunched over at their desks learning to air-strafe, to flick and track, to push limits of a new concept noone had even considered to exist, would you have thought upon seeing it, that it would become anything significant in the future? Would you have scoffed at those rejects, and thought to yourself, "such an activity may only be undertaken, by the lowest class, by people who couldn't find happiness in the real world"? At that time, I'd concede you were right.
In the inital push towards the new culture wave, of course there would be resistance. But nowadays, if you walked into an arena hosting matches of the games well received today, you would find nothing short of a generational spectacle. Waves on waves of fans with a pure love wavering within their hearts, bordering on idol worship. Perhaps there was an age where video games were shunned as a proper leisure. Not now. Its crowds now consist of the same screaming, faceless masses who come together in a passion for competition, whether it be on the field or between electronic hardware; the stigma imagined from a previous time, no longer exists.
Kids in the suburbs are able now, to grow up fully NT, on 4k 440hz monitors from the age of 12, building a life as just enthralling as one lived outside, playing games to the point of mastery all day every day, until getting groomed into a professional team or going off to live life as a normie. There is no hint of ostracization, of a desperation to find success in life from this new generation. They have become the chads, the people who are born into success and will never know failure.
Maybe it has been beneficial to the disadvantaged, for this culture to have grown so pervasively. As a young teenager playing in the FPS pro scene, how do you live? You get to have fun doing what you love, in this alternate reality of virtual characters and mechanics, bonding with a team of brothers, traveling the country or perhaps the world one day, to fight competitors who lend you the tension needed to give you that spark, the adrenaline induced by competition that most people could never dream of feeling. It's so suifuel just to imagine what they could do, while you play the same games, wallowing in mediocrity, softlocked by every external factor possible. I never had an interest in real sports anyway. If not for FPS, if not for IEM and ESL, I never could have received such a pitiful feeling of despair, I never would have understood what it means to cower under champions, past present and future.
Maybe there is empathy to be drawn, in some perspectives. People who would never have gotten the chance elsewhere, can now travel the world, these bluepilled oldcels, who spent their lives learning lineups, scaling, at least they have reveled in some of this success. But they will soon be gone. Rows upon rows of perfectly built specimens, with record-speed reaction times and a prowess for mouse control, are rushing in. The clips you once watched over and over again, mean nothing now; they will hit better shots than anything you could have conceived, and it will be effortless for them. Already the old games have been forgotten, and the content now celebrated is absurd, like a mockery of the original conceptions. And noone around is the worse for it. They will dance in joy after you are gone, complete and utter joy.
You will never be a young NT teen, grinding for the next rank, getting aces in top elo every other game, enjoying all the leisures of reality, girls, fame, money, all the while contributing to build a future made up in data and computer chips. You are to watch the forerunners lay the ground for a new dawn that will bring light upon everyone, but you.
You were never going to win.
You may have played games, but it is you who has been played.
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