The 2015 Mafia Championship: Game 6
06-18-2015
, 07:56 PM
06-18-2015
, 07:57 PM
06-18-2015
, 07:58 PM
06-18-2015
, 07:59 PM
06-18-2015
, 07:59 PM
06-18-2015
, 07:59 PM
06-18-2015
, 08:00 PM
06-18-2015
, 08:00 PM
06-18-2015
, 08:00 PM
06-18-2015
, 08:01 PM
06-18-2015
, 08:03 PM
Day Two
"The Shadow which had slain both Hope and Ambition pursued me relentlessly. I backed away, keeping my focus on holding together the memories of the fallen. If I concentrated hard enough, their spirit would live on, within me.... this was my vital function. I could not slay these beasts, I could only keep our champions from being lost and forgotten....
If I fell, here, today, my spirit would live on, but I was not sure I would remember everything, or if I would have any impact on the most important battle in all of history. The creature lunged at me, snarling in a way unlike any living creature in the mortal world.
Somehow, I saw into the heart of the creature... and I felt a tiny glimpse of what motivated the Shadow.
It was impossibly dark, and empty... it was full of self-loathing. The creature did not wish to be. It Unmade everything because that is the nature of what it does. If it could, it would have Unmade itself.
The being felt as though it was in constant pain, physical pain, psychological torment... it was wounded. Deeply wounded. But there was no escape from the wounds, nothing could possibly heal it.
It only wanted to destroy.... everything around it, to make the pain and the loneliness and the anger subside, but deeper still, it wanted to be destroyed.
It came for me. It struck me down, and I felt the most horrendous pain I had ever felt. I felt my consciousness tearing apart. I felt like my world was spiraling downward toward destruction and there was nothing I could do to stop it.... and for that moment.... I no longer cared to stop it."
Begin Night Two
"The Shadow which had slain both Hope and Ambition pursued me relentlessly. I backed away, keeping my focus on holding together the memories of the fallen. If I concentrated hard enough, their spirit would live on, within me.... this was my vital function. I could not slay these beasts, I could only keep our champions from being lost and forgotten....
If I fell, here, today, my spirit would live on, but I was not sure I would remember everything, or if I would have any impact on the most important battle in all of history. The creature lunged at me, snarling in a way unlike any living creature in the mortal world.
Somehow, I saw into the heart of the creature... and I felt a tiny glimpse of what motivated the Shadow.
It was impossibly dark, and empty... it was full of self-loathing. The creature did not wish to be. It Unmade everything because that is the nature of what it does. If it could, it would have Unmade itself.
The being felt as though it was in constant pain, physical pain, psychological torment... it was wounded. Deeply wounded. But there was no escape from the wounds, nothing could possibly heal it.
It only wanted to destroy.... everything around it, to make the pain and the loneliness and the anger subside, but deeper still, it wanted to be destroyed.
It came for me. It struck me down, and I felt the most horrendous pain I had ever felt. I felt my consciousness tearing apart. I felt like my world was spiraling downward toward destruction and there was nothing I could do to stop it.... and for that moment.... I no longer cared to stop it."
Spoiler:
"I can’t remember anything... Can’t tell if this is true or dream.
Deep down inside I feel to scream... This terrible silence stops me.
Now that the war is through with me.... I’m waking up, I cannot see...
That there’s not much left of me. Nothing is real but pain now."
Deep down inside I feel to scream... This terrible silence stops me.
Now that the war is through with me.... I’m waking up, I cannot see...
That there’s not much left of me. Nothing is real but pain now."
Begin Night Two
06-19-2015
, 07:59 AM
Night Two
"For the moment, the tide of the battle would seem to have turned our way, but I looked up to see the status of our forces. Even with renewed vigor and determination, our line of melee fighters were being cut down rapidly, and gaps in the line were allowing the Shadows to creep toward our third line of defenders.
I think the loss of Hope hit me the hardest, I began seeing the struggle as purposeless. I knew my duty was clear, but I couldn't help but begin to lose heart.
I saw our heroic fighters being cut down, and I was determined not to lose them all, that they would not all fade away, so I moved closer, to get a strong glimpse at each of their faces, thinking somehow it would help me hold on to their memories as they began to slip in and out of my conscious thoughts....
The wound I received must have affected me more than I realized....
I was fading away....
I struggled to stay alert, I struggled to remain conscious. I knew I had to continue....
But I lost the will to fight.
The Shadow creatures advanced on me, and I was numb to fear, I was not as alert as I should have been.
Still knowing my duty, I raised my weapon, and I was knocked to the ground from one.....
...fading in and out of consciousness...
...were coming to my aid, but the wounds were too severe....
I gasped for breath, trying desperately to stay alive. I struggled to remember why I was fighting to stay alive.
For several moments, I was able to remember.
And even though my body had been torn apart, I was able to move my consciousness into another....
I would be weaker still, but I would be able to remember....
Some things....
....I hoped I would remember enough of our struggles to help rebuild our world....
Couldn't hold.... on....
...my spirit began to fade...."
Begin Day Three
"For the moment, the tide of the battle would seem to have turned our way, but I looked up to see the status of our forces. Even with renewed vigor and determination, our line of melee fighters were being cut down rapidly, and gaps in the line were allowing the Shadows to creep toward our third line of defenders.
I think the loss of Hope hit me the hardest, I began seeing the struggle as purposeless. I knew my duty was clear, but I couldn't help but begin to lose heart.
I saw our heroic fighters being cut down, and I was determined not to lose them all, that they would not all fade away, so I moved closer, to get a strong glimpse at each of their faces, thinking somehow it would help me hold on to their memories as they began to slip in and out of my conscious thoughts....
The wound I received must have affected me more than I realized....
I was fading away....
I struggled to stay alert, I struggled to remain conscious. I knew I had to continue....
But I lost the will to fight.
The Shadow creatures advanced on me, and I was numb to fear, I was not as alert as I should have been.
Still knowing my duty, I raised my weapon, and I was knocked to the ground from one.....
...fading in and out of consciousness...
...were coming to my aid, but the wounds were too severe....
I gasped for breath, trying desperately to stay alive. I struggled to remember why I was fighting to stay alive.
For several moments, I was able to remember.
And even though my body had been torn apart, I was able to move my consciousness into another....
I would be weaker still, but I would be able to remember....
Some things....
....I hoped I would remember enough of our struggles to help rebuild our world....
Couldn't hold.... on....
...my spirit began to fade...."
Spoiler:
Life is beautiful....
Begin Day Three
06-19-2015
, 08:01 AM
06-19-2015
, 08:27 AM
Slendy> not writing anything is not the same as being frozen, fwiw. However i was actually kind of frozen, but that was because I was hyped about my Banks-case, and I couldnt decide if I should finish it. I decided to use the easy lynch as a reason to prioritize my studies 
As stated, I'm not really into making too much work, when nothing are certain. I mean MSU didnt look like a cop (at least not to me). So he could have FPS'ed, therefore making Ratchet a possible villager.
As stated, I'm not really into making too much work, when nothing are certain. I mean MSU didnt look like a cop (at least not to me). So he could have FPS'ed, therefore making Ratchet a possible villager.
