This wasn’t supposed to get published but Pres just ran on an errand and told me to post something. Big mistake. Yesterday Pres thought himself a rock-paper-scissor champion as well and after my blog he decided to challenge me to a duel. Child’s play. Taking time to think out his next move and all that. The great one’s know RPS is all about instinct. It’s about looking into your opponents eyes and reading his soul. I said my record best was 86 of 100 but I’m pretty sure if we played another 94 hands I would have won 98-2. Pres had no idea what to do after I called my shot. Said I was throwing rock, showed rock, threw rock, and then I was in his head. He was never going to recover.

This is the new greatest moment of my life. People say the first championship is the best but it’s not. The best championship is the next championship. I said I was the best and I proved it yesterday. Bring on that fucking robot.