THE CHAD BOBSOR; THE VIRGIN BULBASAUR; STANDS STIFFLY WHILE PHOTOSHOPPED IN A DRAMATIC POSE; DRAWN WITH BOLD PENCIL STROKES AND UNDENIABLE CONFIDENCE; DOESN’T NEED PERFECT SHADING—JUST THE RAW, ARTISTIC VIBE; OVERCOMPENSATES WITH HUGE, HYPER-REALISTIC VINE WHIPS; WEARS “I’M THE STARTER” INSECURITY LIKE A BADGE; EMBRACES THE GOOFINESS: YOU CAN ALMOST HEAR THE “BOB-BOB” VIBRATIONS; DODGES EMOTIONS BECAUSE “TMS ARE TOO MAINSTREAM”; TALKS LESS, BOBS MORE—THAT’S EFFICIENCY; ALWAYS STUCK IN THE EARLY-GAME TROPES; “BOBSOR” IS SCRAWLED UNDER IT, OWNING THAT NAME LIKE A CHAMP
