I have been a hardcore Street Fighter addict since I first saw Chun-Li do her head stomp back in the early 90's at that well lit putt-putt golf arcade room. Since then, I've bested friends, aced trials, quartered up, attended tournaments and cursed online opponents. Whether it was 2D, 3D, Hyper-Fighting, Super, Championship Edition, Arcade Edition, Marvel, Volt, Arika, you name it and I've sunk more time and money into it than it was worth.
Not content with juicing out victories with the original cast, I developed an almost masochistic practice of selecting more difficult characters such as Gen, Q and Hakan so that I might revel in my pyrrhic victories and thumb my nose at the endless sea of Ryu, Ken and Shoto goons. If it fireballed, dive kicked, shoryukened then I would treat the player behind it with utter contempt and disdain.
Make no mistake that when I lost I took it personally. Really personally. I have thrown cartidges, snapped discs in half (only to buy a new copy weeks later) and even nervously cried shortly after losing during a SFIII tournament. I have claimed to have quit for good only to come back; suckered in by new versions, DLC and the ever-present possibility of upping rank over just one more opponent.
Today I quit for good. I packed up my copies of Super Street Fighter IV (AE DLC) and Marvel vs Capcom 3 collectors edition along with my SF branded controllers and gave them to my wife to sell off. I can't stay up past 3am on work nights anymore. I have artwork to do, long unanswered projects to complete and a little bit of living to do outside of Street Fighter. It's been an adrenaline charged couple of decades but this obsession has made me see the sisyphean task that is completing a game that truly never ends.
Thanks for listening to a somewhat frazzled and tired gamer.
- Chris