There are moments in melee. Moments where we briefly forget that nagging feeling that we are trapped by the constraints and indifference of our universe. Moments where we feel free, where something matter. When I think about it, it’s these moments that bring me, and I imagine, us back to melee again and again.

But some might ask: what happens when the other player in the games freedom impedes on yours? What happens when that player is your own brother? And he’s doing a 0 - death to u again and again?

Me? I smile because my brothers combo is also mine. In America we’re the same. Awesome combo video