Dreamland.

He picked Dreamland. To say the match was one-sided would be an understatement. He wasn’t bluffing. Every time he knocked me off the stage, I had no chance whatsoever to get back to the stage. And the stage was so small, I had no room to try to keep my distance like I had in the game against his Fox. I eventually found myself down to one stock versus his three.

“Ready to give up?” he asked.

Now it was his turn to taunt me. He looked so smug, like he knew he had already won. I was resigned. He was right.

“Fine, you win this one,” I said in resignation.

I've never been the type of person to just give up in the middle of the match, but in retrospect, I think Josh had gotten into my head with his character switch. He convinced me that I had no chance to win the match. I jumped off the stage, admitting defeat. There was no point trying to take out three stocks with only one life left, especially given how dominantly he had taken my first two lives. I couldn’t believe I lost without even taking a single stock off of his Marth.