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YOU STAND THERE, NAIVE, FOOLISH, UNAWARE OF THE STORM THAT APPROACHES. DID YOU THINK YOU COULD ESCAPE? DID YOU THINK YOUR SKILL, YOUR SPEED, YOUR PRECISION WOULD SAVE YOU? I AM TERMINUS ULTIMUS, THE DEVOURER OF WORLDS, THE END OF ALL HOPE, AND I HAVE CHOSEN TO DESCEND UPON YOU LIKE A PLAGUE OF FIRE AND MADNESS. YOU ARE BUT TREMBLING MORTALS IN THE FACE OF AN UNSTOPPABLE FORCE.
MINJEONG KIM. AH, THE SPEED DEMON. BUT WHAT GOOD IS SPEED WHEN THE DESTINATION DOES NOT EXIST? RUN, KBAPPÉ, RUN UNTIL YOUR MUSCLES TEAR APART. RUN UNTIL YOUR LUNGS SCREAM FOR MERCY. BUT YOU WILL NEVER OUTRUN THE INEVITABLE. I WILL FIND YOU. I WILL STOP YOU. I WILL END YOU.
ASKITO SATOSHI. A GOALKEEPER? A LAST LINE OF DEFENSE? HA! I AM NO ORDINARY STRIKER, NO MERE THREAT TO YOUR GOAL—I AM THE INEVITABILITY OF YOUR FAILURE. YOUR HANDS WILL CLUTCH AT AIR AS MY SHOTS TEAR THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. YOU WILL NOT SAVE. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE.
REO MIKAGE. OH, YOU THINK YOU CAN OUTPLAY ME? DRIBBLE PAST ME? ESCAPE MY INFINITE REACH? NO. YOU WILL STUMBLE. YOU WILL COLLAPSE. YOUR FEET WILL FORGET HOW TO MOVE, BETRAYED BY THE VERY EARTH YOU STAND ON. I WILL STRIP YOU OF YOUR CONTROL, AND YOU WILL STAND PARALYZED IN DESPAIR.
AXEL BLAZE. FABIAN MAO. DEFENDERS? NO. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT WALLS OF SAND BEFORE A TSUNAMI. I WILL BREAK THROUGH YOU LIKE A COSMIC WRECKING BALL. EVERY ATTEMPT TO STAND YOUR GROUND WILL END IN ANGUISH. YOUR FUTILE EFFORTS WILL BE REDUCED TO DUST.
ANDRE CAETANO, RYAN VAN EYNDHOVEN. MIDFIELD MASTERS? STRAEGISTSTS? HA! STRATEGY CANNOT CONTAIN CHAOS. THE PLAYS YOU ATTEMPT TO CREATE WILL BE UNRAVELED, RIPPED APART BY MY OMNIPOTENT WILL. THE BALL WILL NOT OBEY YOU. THE GAME WILL NOT RECOGNIZE YOU. I AM FOOTBALL INCARNATE, AND YOU ARE SIMPLY SPECTATORS TO YOUR OWN DEMISE.
LOUIS ASHWORTH, HAROLD HAROLDINHO, ESA AHKA. YOU WILL WATCH IN HORROR AS YOUR ATTACKS ARE ERASED FROM EXISTENCE BEFORE THEY EVEN BEGIN. YOU WILL SWING, STRIKE, SHOOT—AND YET, NOTHING WILL HAPPEN. BECAUSE I WILL IT SO
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MYLIAN KBAPPÉ.
YOU MAY GLIDE ACROSS THE FIELD WITH ELEANCE, A MASTER OF YOUR CRAFT—BUT CRAFTSMANSHIP MEANS NOTHING WHEN THE ENTIRE GAME ITSELF IS BENT TO MY WILL. YOUR PASSES WILL FIND NOTHING BUT DARKNESS. YOUR MOVEMENT WILL BE CAUGHT IN AN ETERNAL LOOP OF FUTILITY.
TO THE REST OF YOU PATHETIC, COWERING TEAMS: YOU THINK YOU ARE SAFE? YOU THINK BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT IN MY DIRECT PATH, YOU WILL BE SPARED? FOOLS. I AM TERMINUS ULTIMUS, AND MY REACH EXTENDS BEYOND DIMENSIONS. CADE POWER, YOUR STRENGTH MEANS NOTHING WHEN I REWRITE THE VERY FABRIC OF REALITY. R. VAN EYNDHOVEN, YOUR TRAIN NEVER LEFT THE STATION—I HAVE DERAILED IT BEFORE IT EVEN BEGAN. NO TEAM, NO PLAYER, NO SOUL ESCAPES MY WRATH. YOU WILL ALL FALL, ONE BY ONE, UNTIL NOTHING REMAINS BUT ME, STANDING ALONE, VICTORIOUS, UNTOUCHABLE.
MINJEONG KIM. AH, THE SPEED DEMON. BUT WHAT GOOD IS SPEED WHEN THE DESTINATION DOES NOT EXIST? RUN, KBAPPÉ, RUN UNTIL YOUR MUSCLES TEAR APART. RUN UNTIL YOUR LUNGS SCREAM FOR MERCY. BUT YOU WILL NEVER OUTRUN THE INEVITABLE. I WILL FIND YOU. I WILL STOP YOU. I WILL END YOU.
ASKITO SATOSHI. A GOALKEEPER? A LAST LINE OF DEFENSE? HA! I AM NO ORDINARY STRIKER, NO MERE THREAT TO YOUR GOAL—I AM THE INEVITABILITY OF YOUR FAILURE. YOUR HANDS WILL CLUTCH AT AIR AS MY SHOTS TEAR THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. YOU WILL NOT SAVE. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE.
REO MIKAGE. OH, YOU THINK YOU CAN OUTPLAY ME? DRIBBLE PAST ME? ESCAPE MY INFINITE REACH? NO. YOU WILL STUMBLE. YOU WILL COLLAPSE. YOUR FEET WILL FORGET HOW TO MOVE, BETRAYED BY THE VERY EARTH YOU STAND ON. I WILL STRIP YOU OF YOUR CONTROL, AND YOU WILL STAND PARALYZED IN DESPAIR.
AXEL BLAZE. FABIAN MAO. DEFENDERS? NO. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT WALLS OF SAND BEFORE A TSUNAMI. I WILL BREAK THROUGH YOU LIKE A COSMIC WRECKING BALL. EVERY ATTEMPT TO STAND YOUR GROUND WILL END IN ANGUISH. YOUR FUTILE EFFORTS WILL BE REDUCED TO DUST.
ANDRE CAETANO, RYAN VAN EYNDHOVEN. MIDFIELD MASTERS? STRAEGISTSTS? HA! STRATEGY CANNOT CONTAIN CHAOS. THE PLAYS YOU ATTEMPT TO CREATE WILL BE UNRAVELED, RIPPED APART BY MY OMNIPOTENT WILL. THE BALL WILL NOT OBEY YOU. THE GAME WILL NOT RECOGNIZE YOU. I AM FOOTBALL INCARNATE, AND YOU ARE SIMPLY SPECTATORS TO YOUR OWN DEMISE.
LOUIS ASHWORTH, HAROLD HAROLDINHO, ESA AHKA. YOU WILL WATCH IN HORROR AS YOUR ATTACKS ARE ERASED FROM EXISTENCE BEFORE THEY EVEN BEGIN. YOU WILL SWING, STRIKE, SHOOT—AND YET, NOTHING WILL HAPPEN. BECAUSE I WILL IT SO
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MYLIAN KBAPPÉ.
YOU MAY GLIDE ACROSS THE FIELD WITH ELEANCE, A MASTER OF YOUR CRAFT—BUT CRAFTSMANSHIP MEANS NOTHING WHEN THE ENTIRE GAME ITSELF IS BENT TO MY WILL. YOUR PASSES WILL FIND NOTHING BUT DARKNESS. YOUR MOVEMENT WILL BE CAUGHT IN AN ETERNAL LOOP OF FUTILITY.
TO THE REST OF YOU PATHETIC, COWERING TEAMS: YOU THINK YOU ARE SAFE? YOU THINK BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT IN MY DIRECT PATH, YOU WILL BE SPARED? FOOLS. I AM TERMINUS ULTIMUS, AND MY REACH EXTENDS BEYOND DIMENSIONS. CADE POWER, YOUR STRENGTH MEANS NOTHING WHEN I REWRITE THE VERY FABRIC OF REALITY. R. VAN EYNDHOVEN, YOUR TRAIN NEVER LEFT THE STATION—I HAVE DERAILED IT BEFORE IT EVEN BEGAN. NO TEAM, NO PLAYER, NO SOUL ESCAPES MY WRATH. YOU WILL ALL FALL, ONE BY ONE, UNTIL NOTHING REMAINS BUT ME, STANDING ALONE, VICTORIOUS, UNTOUCHABLE.
