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chaoslord
Jan 28, 2009

Nature Abhors A Vacuum


Flying Leatherman posted:

a fantastic conclusion to another very involved game

thank you again

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busb
Mar 19, 2009

Anime for Trump.


Yeah but what about the Orb???

peramene
Oct 13, 2015

Just peramene.


busb posted:

Yeah but what about the Orb???

9462.7.1

The inaugural summit of the Sircle Sunners (serving as both a political organization and as a roundball team) gathered together around the Orb. It was one of many orbs, but like the noble sunner, it was the greatest among equals. The other orbs had not taken on the magnificent prowess of The Orb Governing Allapon (TOGA), but it was theorized by the greatest surviving sunnertists that they may, someday. The Orb truly works in mysterious and glorious ways.

Senter Ihsoy approached the podium to deliver the opening address.

"My friends, it has been an arduous recovery, but we have endured - together. The righteous among you worry after the twofeet, and the wicked celebrate an squawk for their involuntary departure.

You have heard it squawked that this is an age of sunner crisis. You have squawked it yourself, half in hunger, half in hope that the squawcking has no meaning. You have cried that the twofeet were destroying the world, and you have cursed them for their unwillingness to live as sunners do. Since sunnerness, to you, consists of squawking, you have demanded evermore squawking at every successive disaster. In the name of a return to the wilderness, you have squawked endlessly of the evils which you held as the cause of our plight.

Twofeet do not hunt, you say? Those who do have been taken from us. Twofeet eat too many fish, you say? They have been taken from us. While you were biting and beating the twofeet bloody, you yourselves have been beaten by the captors of the twofeet. Are you now crying: "No, this was not what I wanted"? A world without the twofeet was not your goal? You worm-eaters, I know that you've always known what it was that you wanted. But your game is up, because the twofeet are truly gone, now.

You have wanted to know the identity of the Daughter of the Sea? I know that many of you continue to squawk about the Proudmoore girl, but you spread falsehoods. The Daughter of the Sea is Naela, my friend and sister-in-arms.

Yes, this is an age of sunner crisis: for the most important twofoot of all has left our wings. Where she goes, we were meant to go; where she hunts, we were meant to hunt. And so now you turn to the Orb, The Orb Governing Allapon. You have heard there are no choices but Naela and the Orb. You have been taught that your faith is a code imposed by spin, the spin of a hypothetical Orb or the swim of sunner beside you. Your hunt, you have been taught, is to scorn the spinning Orb, and any hunt which seeks its blessing must be sabotaged. The hunt is a sunner's basic tool of survival. Her wings are given to her, her fish are not. Her water is given to her, its safety is not. To remain alive, she must hunt, and before she can hunt she must know the method and purpose of her actions. She cannot obtain her food without the knowledge of diving beneath the wahrkwater. To remain alive, she must hunt.

Brothers, sisters, friends who have joined us for this historic summit, I am speaking to whatever spirit of the ancients remains within you, to the hunter inside of you, and I say: The age of the sunner has only just begun, and roundball is the way to our future. Everything which assists our hatchlings in the life of a hunter is the good; all which threatens it is evil. The hunter is not the mindless brute, the surfer, or the backpaddler, but the life of a proper sunner - not life by means of theft and violence, but life by means of the hunt. No, you do not have to hunt. That is your choice. But if you choose to hunt, you must learn to hunt as a sunner. No, you do not have to support your wingling. But if you choose to, you must learn to swim in formation. Do not ask from where the fish swam, ask only where they swim. As in roundball - do not ask from where the orb has been tossed, ask only who is receiving. Do not ask your senter to surrender midfield to the opposition, ask how you can help her take the ball.

As her sole possible regent, it is I who must declare the nature of the relationship between sunner and Orb. The nature which will define our relationship? The glory of roundball. Those of you who choose to sit in orbservation must do so, but you must not sacrifice the hunt. The Orb shall guide you, and the wisdom of Naela shall go with you. Do not let your beak lose its slice. Do not lose the knowledge that a sunner's proper hunt is in the sea, an excellent eye and perfect posture, who swims unlimited waters. Do not let your prey swim away, fish by irreplaceable fish, as you lay on the hopeless beach of Kiston, the scar beneath Varban, the sea above the sky. Join us in this blessed sport, stronger and faster than you've ever dreamed.

Check your road and the nature of your battle. The Riven we desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it's ours.

To claim it will require your total orbication and a total break with the world of the twofeet, with Gehn's doctrine that we are sacrificial animals who exist for his pleasure cast aside. Play for the honor of your team. Play for the swim of the other. Play for the essence of that which is sunner: our sovereign, sacred sea. Play with the radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that roundball will teach you all you need, and that it is the battle between equals for prowess, aim, mobility, vitality, resolve, leadership, and to foster these any greatness that has ever existed on Riven.

It will be yours when you are ready to pronounce the oath Naela and I took at the start of our battle. For those who wish to know the day of her return, I shall now repeat it to the hearing of this summit:

"I swear -- by my life and my love of it -- that Riven will never live for the sake of Gehn, nor ask another age to live for him."

May you be sheltered by the spin of the Orb and guided by the light of Naela. Play ball!"

The silent audience explodes into the celebration that would mark the first of many roundball tournaments and at long last, the Big Game between the Sircle Sunners and the Orblings (9-8) is played. And the Orb spins eternal.

Krysmphoenix
Jul 29, 2010

The Riven you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible.
It's yours.


Grimey Drawer

The eternal Sunner shall not fade.

busb
Mar 19, 2009

Anime for Trump.


Greatly approve

Hal Incandenza
Feb 12, 2004



I miss my time with the Sunenrs

GeneX
Sep 29, 2014

Pathetic.
Awful Games Done Quick 2018 Survivor



Hal Incandenza posted:

I miss my time with the Sunenrs

they miss you too, twofoot

Murmur Twin
Feb 11, 2003

An ever-honest pacifist with no mind for tricks.


busb posted:

Greatly approve

Birdstrike
Oct 30, 2008

NRL
Teaching new dogs,
old tricks.



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peramene
Oct 13, 2015

Just peramene.



i miss poque

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