"Mash to win," he joked. Staring at the screen at a genre that was so unfamiliar to me, it seemed like good advice. I was never really into fighting games; the timing, patience, and finger dexterity where all things I severely lacked. However, I was always fascinated by the players who resolved to become so skilled at them. My roommate was one such person. He had grown up with fighting games, and his mind was so mentally attuned to the technical workings of them he had a habit of mastering the basics of any new fighter within hours. Suffice to say, after he coaxed me into playing him, I knew it would be a long while before I had any chance of besting him. So, being a novice I took the only advice I was given and followed it: mash buttons to win. The unpredictable nature of my offense (I didn't even know what I was going to do next) initial threw him off, and I was able to win the first match by hopping about like an idiot and smashing attacks when his character approached mine. He laughed at my sheer dumb luck as I sat confused as to what just happened. "It's a legitimate strategy," he offered. We loaded up the next game.
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