Dear GoldenKnight,
You are Peyton Manning.
Superbowl man, SUPERBOWL! You had it in your hands dude, you had the game, it was your time to shine... but you wasted it... and now everyone thinks you failed badly. You're so pissed off that you left all your sense behind and will seek revenge on the people that first said they adored you, but now say you are pathetic, and you will not rest until you accomplish it.
You have immense skills at throwing a ball, but sadly... not much else. You're pretty bulky, but your intelligence (not counting intelligence with a ball in your hands) is pretty low, so you can't really do anything to find out about people. Instead, you will do it the American football way. If you get lynched, you will be so infuriated that you couldn't defeat all the world that you will TACKLE the last person to vote you, successfully crushing his/her spinal cord and removing him/her from the game. Be careful, though, your rage is blind, and you may take a member of your team with you by accident.
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You are allied with the Sports. You win if the Sports win.