Honestly, you wouldn't believe me even if I showed you. He had brown hair, blue eyes and calves that I knew I would never achieve. He was standing outside of a building, the moonlight shining on his leather jacket. Every inch of his body, his physique, posture, countenance and gestures were screaming that he had potentially the best facestompers you have ever seen. Facing face to face, I started to tremble. I could sense his chakra through his ripped shirt. "Who.. who are you?", I asked. "They call me Mr. Shadower", he said. "Why is that?", I stuttered out of utter fear. "Wouldn't you like to know Sally?", he barked back. I fell to the ground, shaking. My name wasn't Sally, but the blatant disrespect I received from him made me feel his true presence. His raw form. He was a Type X player. I knew it. He pulled out Smarties and began rubbing it together. What was he doing, I thought.. He then opens up one end, puts it up to his mouth, sucks in air and breathes out some kind of dust or smoke. I stand up and our eyes meet. He said "Pretty cool, huh?" I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I even witnessed. He turned candy into smoke.. This guy.. is an actual badass. I wish you could have seen it. My words began to spill out of my mouth, I could no longer hold it in. "What is the attack on your FS?" I begged. He replied, "Oh, since you are a fan, let me show you." He leans in, pulls out his laptop, opens up his inventory and hovers over his facestomper. 'Facestomper (+3)' 'Weapon Attack: 7' 'Number of upgrades available: 0' Confused, I ask "Why does it say your facestompers have 7 attack?" Immediately, I feel overwhelmed with his disgust filled eyes. "Do you think I would let others see my true facestompers, bro? I'm not going to let these trash Type Y players feel satisfied having me in their game. ... Silence ... "Who.. who are you? Who are you really?" He pauses, smirks, and looks me directly in the eye. My body starts shaking. "I'm you." I say to myself. I laugh. Throw my candy on the floor, crush it with my feet and walk away... taking a last look of myself in the shiny glass window of the building next to me, before walking into the psych ward to check myself in.
I think this post is missing the point of Type X and Type Y. You see, Type X does not look down upon Type Y, in fact, X needs Y to receive positive reinforcement for their false achievements, endless pissing contest, and neglect of real life. If no Type Y exist then Type X would quit because there is nothing else in this game.
This type X player is already past that stage and has met his "iemilyy". But that's a story for another time.
