I look around… I look around and see a lot of new characters.

Shut up.

Which means a lot of you have been breaking the first two rules of street fighter club.

I see in street fighter club the strongest and smartest men, women, and green beast-things who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential— and I see it squandered.

Goddammit, an entire generation teaching yoga and climbing cages. Slaves with animated collars.

Advertising has us punching cars, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We are the middle sequel of history, with no purpose or place.

We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war is a console war. Our great depression is our high score chart.

We’ve all been raised on television to believe that we’d be millionaires and movie gods and sumo wrestlers— but we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed-off.

Street fighter club was the beginning. Now it’s out of the arcades and there’s a name for it— Project Marvel vs. Capcom.