hey roro its so cool seeing you in great form again, i hope you win baby.
I would like to say that while not revolutionary he did a substantial amount of research and testing of in-game mechanics in GSC and ADV, which is more than most can say they've done. Not that it means much but he even won "Best Researcher" in the 2018 Smog Awards.How many of us have actually "done [anything meaningful] for the game" anyway? Lavos hasn't done much, he's known primarily simply for being a good player of multiple generations and he's always been a bit of a pompous jerk about it to boot. He brought this on himself.
FTFYIf you're coming from blunder's video to shittalk lavos's comment, just stop. We've had nearly 3 pages of people shit talking it in the last day, it was funny at first but it's just annoying now. You're not funny for quoting it with a 2 word reply. This thread is for smogon classic finals, not your "funny" one line comment that adds jack shit. If you're trying to start a discussion about what he said or whatever go for it but replying unfunny shit just drags the thread and adds nothing.
LOL what is this the Princeton Columbine? Man I'd love to see the day when you take that gigantic stick shoved up your ass out and come down to earth with the rest of society.."Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.