Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Mar 19, 2015 12:35:20 GMT -5
March 17
Synn. Arelas. Iceman. The Angry Little Man. The Emperor. Alan Fernandez. The Ruff Rabbi. Alan, again. Lock. Randall.
Nine people. Ten eliminations. Six World Champions. Over the course of nine years, seven melees, and one victory.
UGWC changed everything.
I remain the only person to participate in every Massive Melee in history. Yet my record of elimination remains at ten.
It is about to change.
“You lack originality.”
It was a comment that the Creative Director would have never anticipated.
“You’re going to have to explain that one.”
Phrixus merely smiled.
“Listen, Fear, you don’t get to come in here and just dump an accusation like that and then go silent on me.”
“No accusation at all. Merely an observation.”
“Then enlighten me on your supposed observation.”
“You allow yourself to be bullied into decisions.”
“How do you figure?”
“Morgan and her Syndicate accuse you of corruption and you respond by expanding and guaranteeing their opportunities.”
“My approach with the Syndicate is not a topic of dicussion.”
“Graber comes in here and demands to be entrant number three, and you just give it to him?”
“You came in here and wanted to be number two, and I gave that to you!”
“This will be a very short conversation if you are going to insist on making my points for me.”
“Then by all means, Fear, next time give me your notes ahead of time and I’ll save us both the trouble. Fact is, the piercing truth as I see it is that if you want to put yourself out there, fall on your sword or however you see it, and be the number two entrant? Knock yourself out. You aren’t winning from number two.”
“It would appear difficult, that is true. The reality of history is that only once has a person won from anywhere in the first half of the entrant positions. Once. Ten years ago, in fact. From the third entrant position. Me.”
“Bully for you. Six years ago I threw you out myself.”
“Do you think you could do it again?”
Pierce shifted in his seat under the Embodiment’s fixed gaze.
“Listen, I know you and Ooley have these occasional chats and you like to sing Kumbayah or whatever the hell you do together, but this isn’t working for me.”
“Robert recognizes the benefit of my counsel.”
“And he talks to a wooden bat, so there’s that. Seriously, it’s creepy.”
“This troubles you?”
“It doesn’t...stop it! I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”
“We all have to do things that we do not want to do. We all have difficult choices to make.”
Phrixus stood and moved to the door, pausing before he left.
“You would do well to make yours before they are made for you.”
March 19
There is a recipe for success in the Massive Melee. Everyone believes that the best strategy is to eliminate opponents as quickly as possible, but all this leads to is leaving oneself open for mistakes that lead to elimination. No, the better strategy is to be patient, to wait and pick a spot, to take advantage of the mistakes and openings left by others, for mistakes will be made. Opportunities will present themselves.
Eden Morgan has shown herself to have the capacity for patience. She needed it, the way she strung Pierce and Somers along for a year. Yet when her plans disintegrated before her eyes she began to show signs of decay. She has begun to make more rash and hurried decisions, to react emotionally. She sees the pieces falling away. The result is that the Eden Morgan that steps into the Massive Melee this year is not the Eden Morgan that entered it the past two years. That person may well have been enable to endure a victory from the first spot.
This one is terrified.
Synn. Arelas. Iceman. The Angry Little Man. The Emperor. Alan Fernandez. The Ruff Rabbi. Alan, again. Lock. Randall.
Nine people. Ten eliminations. Six World Champions. Over the course of nine years, seven melees, and one victory.
UGWC changed everything.
I remain the only person to participate in every Massive Melee in history. Yet my record of elimination remains at ten.
It is about to change.
* * * * *
“You lack originality.”
It was a comment that the Creative Director would have never anticipated.
“You’re going to have to explain that one.”
Phrixus merely smiled.
“Listen, Fear, you don’t get to come in here and just dump an accusation like that and then go silent on me.”
“No accusation at all. Merely an observation.”
“Then enlighten me on your supposed observation.”
“You allow yourself to be bullied into decisions.”
“How do you figure?”
“Morgan and her Syndicate accuse you of corruption and you respond by expanding and guaranteeing their opportunities.”
“My approach with the Syndicate is not a topic of dicussion.”
“Graber comes in here and demands to be entrant number three, and you just give it to him?”
“You came in here and wanted to be number two, and I gave that to you!”
“This will be a very short conversation if you are going to insist on making my points for me.”
“Then by all means, Fear, next time give me your notes ahead of time and I’ll save us both the trouble. Fact is, the piercing truth as I see it is that if you want to put yourself out there, fall on your sword or however you see it, and be the number two entrant? Knock yourself out. You aren’t winning from number two.”
“It would appear difficult, that is true. The reality of history is that only once has a person won from anywhere in the first half of the entrant positions. Once. Ten years ago, in fact. From the third entrant position. Me.”
“Bully for you. Six years ago I threw you out myself.”
“Do you think you could do it again?”
Pierce shifted in his seat under the Embodiment’s fixed gaze.
“Listen, I know you and Ooley have these occasional chats and you like to sing Kumbayah or whatever the hell you do together, but this isn’t working for me.”
“Robert recognizes the benefit of my counsel.”
“And he talks to a wooden bat, so there’s that. Seriously, it’s creepy.”
“This troubles you?”
“It doesn’t...stop it! I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”
“We all have to do things that we do not want to do. We all have difficult choices to make.”
Phrixus stood and moved to the door, pausing before he left.
“You would do well to make yours before they are made for you.”
* * * * *
March 19
There is a recipe for success in the Massive Melee. Everyone believes that the best strategy is to eliminate opponents as quickly as possible, but all this leads to is leaving oneself open for mistakes that lead to elimination. No, the better strategy is to be patient, to wait and pick a spot, to take advantage of the mistakes and openings left by others, for mistakes will be made. Opportunities will present themselves.
Eden Morgan has shown herself to have the capacity for patience. She needed it, the way she strung Pierce and Somers along for a year. Yet when her plans disintegrated before her eyes she began to show signs of decay. She has begun to make more rash and hurried decisions, to react emotionally. She sees the pieces falling away. The result is that the Eden Morgan that steps into the Massive Melee this year is not the Eden Morgan that entered it the past two years. That person may well have been enable to endure a victory from the first spot.
This one is terrified.
