We have a penchant for the dramatic. I freely admit to my desire for brash passion and brilliant gamesmanship. You have the ability to parry and counter, all while lulling me into a false confidence, drawing me out only to flank my advance. Check. Mate.
When we are locked in those moments, the battlefield a smoldering wasteland of flesh and sentiment, I see the fire in your eyes…mirrored in mine. A worthy opponent, a player of skill and aggression, a game of monumental stakes.
I have seen you burn your village for an advantage, I have sacrificed my own armies to gain ground on you. We have laid waste to all that surrounds us, for toxic and restorative victory. You plot my ruination and I plan your fall from grace.
When we lock our gaze in the mire of combat, we feed into that dark, unmistakable thirst for utter destruction. Mutually assured.
When I yield, when you submit. When we have drawn our last breath at the other’s hand…
We declare sweet war again, and again…
Fight to the death! Forever! For Always! Love this!
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Take no prisoners! Offer no mercy! 😉
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All is fair in love and war! Collateral damage is just part of the battle, isn’t it? 🙂
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Happy Birthday, I may let you win today. But, just today. =)
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NEVER Let me win. I only battle against an adversary that is honest and worthy. If today I win, let it be because I have fought the most valiant fight, not because you laid down your shield and surrendered. 🙂
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Fair enough, Sweetheart. Fair enough.
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Oh, I NEVER play fair. I will use anything that I can to give me the advantage. Even my opponent. 🙂
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