The highest quality rips from Pong.
"I’ve been spending the last few days in the church. Being a paddle is not that simple. Its 29/11/1972. It’s one match against my mortal enemy. The right paddle. I’ve been grieving for this match. I have learned all the tactics to defeat him. I guess it’s now or never.
I walk into the broken stadium. Right paddle just sits there. ‘Come here.’ he said. I will dominate him. He will regret getting me in prison. Because he did.
I was just a little paddle then. When me and my family were at the park somebody came and stole our picnic basket. Even though it is just a natural prank what was not natural when the stealer (AKA right paddle) came and cut down the tree we were sitting under. I escaped but all my other family members were crushed. When it got lifted back up the stealer gave me a knife. The police came and arrested me.
There was no getting out of it. Right paddle had hypnotised the suspects and animated all cameras. He was too good. I was thrown in jail for life. Until somebody shut it down because of the bytes in the food the guards give us. Nintendo doesn’t have the death penalty. I was free but alone. As soon as I found out who did it I planned to get revenge. And here we are now. Battle to the death.
The ball comes and as I perfect it perfectly I whack it back near the edge of the stadium. The right paddle is a bit too fast. He whacks it back. It nearly escapes my sight. I go back and whack it again. It misses right paddle. It comes back. 1-0. He means business.
The match goes on. It is now 9-9. As I go back to the right the ball goes the other way. He must have known how it is meant to work. He must have figured out the other way tactic. I quickly go back and the ball collides with the side of it quickly. It is going too slow. The ball is going to be hit by the right paddle. I can’t get back to the ball before it misses it. But a miracle happens. Despite the slowness the right paddle misses it. 10-9. I have won. The right paddle falls to his non-existent knees. I call the police and show them who is the real criminal.
I have beaten the enemy. I have ponged my way out."