La Convergence: Chère Sœur

[LACKLAN]

Dear Journal

Holy CRAP! I just scored TICKETS to that show! Mom and dad are getting all “derpa derpa rot your brain” about it, but I don’t care. Wrestling is NOT fake! Its bloody, and has drama, and some of the guys are SUPER cute. Like, there’s this guy coming to the show, right? I’ve only seen a little bit of his matches from Billy’s tape collection, but he gets all KINDS of hardcore in Japan! And this fed is supposed to be something extreme, or something, and this dude with the white hair is fighting for the championship. Can’t wait!

-M.H.
11/96

Dear Journal

The past few months have been AMAZING. Traveling across the country, show to show, has been the time of my life. There’s a bunch of us following JPL (don’t tell him I called him that! He REALLY rolls his eyes when Stevie calls him that!) as he defends his titles. He’s constantly talking about unifying them, about bringing all the titles of the world together. Talks about God alot, but I don’t know about that, really. But I know that his matches are INSANE. I’ve lost count how many titles he’s won (that’s a lie; he currently has seven!), but he never stops. I’ve met some cool people here, too. Jenna’s a little weird, and Elaine is kind of a bitch, but Dexter and Nicole are cool. And Pierce is REALLY weird, but her accent is pretty hot. London, I think? Anyway, off to bed early; big show tomorrow!

-M.H.
3/97

Dear Journal

The Light shines down upon us all, my old writing friend. God’s embrace accepts us, brings us together. We, those without home, those without a family who understand us, come together, cling together, all as one. We are a family. We live together. Breath together. Bleed together. All for Lord Lacklan.

We have all come together in Maine. It is so beautiful here, God has truly shown down upon it. I was chosen, thank the Light, to bring him pleasure. To help ease his pains. To help him focus on his most righteous plan. Along with the others, we few take away the cares of the world so that he can focus on being His Voice. Think of it, journal! The entire WORLD living, breathing, and bleeding together as we Minions do! No more pain! No more sorrow! No more sin! Just love. HIS love.

It is my turn. I go with the Light and bring my love to my Savior.

-M.H.
7/97

Dear Journal

I had the oddest encounter with the Oracle today. Pierce has always been odd, even for those who comprise the Minions, but ever since she Ascended, things have gotten worse. Of all us Wives, she is special, for she has been given the Gift of bearing HIS child, but today…

She had a vision. I understand that she has had them before, has “Seen” as she and Lord Lacklan put it, but I have never seen anything quite like this. I asked her about her pregnancy and how the baby was developing, and she zoned out. Her eyes went blank. And then her voice…

“....she will be...demon…skin of the moon...eyes of blood...she will be...demon…”

Then she suddenly came to herself and didn’t seem to recall what she just said. Her voice was so haunting that I fear I will never forget it. Or what she said.

Demon child? What does that mean?

My Lord...my love...his child will be a demon?

I will do what I must to protect him.

-M.H.
8/97

Dear Journal

I have so much fear. So much. My Lord...my love...has changed so much in such a short time. Much of his heart died when Pierce died, and I brought him as much comfort as I could, but now…

Oh, journal.

He mustn't know that he gave me the gift he gave her. He has nothing but hate for all that is not the Demon Child. And she IS a demon! Just like the Oracle Saw would happen! Skin so pale that she seems a ghost. Eyes like that of a rat. Hair like the moon. And she NEVER stops screaming. EVER. Not unless he holds her. Only then is she even TOLERABLE.

She hates me. I KNOW she does. I think she KNOWS. She KNOWS that another grows within me. She KNOWS that she has a rival. Vicious thing can barely crawl, but I see the way she looks at me. At my stomach. At MY baby.

Richard begs me to flee with him. To run. To save myself. To save my baby.

I can’t get through to Jean-Paul. I can’t get through the pain of the fires or past the mask. I can’t get through the hate he has for the world now.

I must flee.

For everyone’s sake.

-M.H.
8/98

Dear Journal

Three months. Three months of running. Three months of looking over our shoulders. I’ve seen the Minions looking for us. I’ve seen them handing out my picture. He’s looking for me. HE’S LOOKING FOR ME

HE WANTS ME

He needs me, journal.

But Richard keeps me focused. Because with my Lord comes the Demon Child. Comes the thing which wants to hurt my baby.

My baby girl.

I refuse to let the Demon Child hurt my daughter.

We are in Canada. Its nice here. Richard has suggested we change our names. Be a couple. Raise my daughter. Will he love her? Will he grow to love the daughter of another man? I need him to.

-M.H.
11/98

Dear Journal

She’s perfect. My God...she’s PERFECT! Ten fingers! Ten toes! Bright blonde hair like mine. Her eyes are blue...a perfect mix of mine and her father’s. She’s going to be tall, too. So tall!

She’s an angel. An angel sent by God, a gift from my love.

My angel.

My Angelica.

-M.H.
4/99

Dear Journal

I miss my love so much. God, my hands are shaking as I write this. My daughter, my beautiful Angelica, DESERVES to be with her father. DESERVES to have the home the Demon Child has STOLEN. For over TWO YEARS my baby has lived a LIE.

I was ready to go back to him. I had Angelica with me. Got her a couple of those cute little cat toys so she was all smiles. Had her hair in pigtails. Ready to go to him. To return home. We could live happily, I just know it. I JUST KNOW IT. Once he sees her! Once he sees her eyes! He will KNOW the truth! And he will LOVE HER as much as the Demon Child. More! Because SHE is perfect. SHE is his TRUE heir. Because my love for him will ALWAYS be more pure than what the Oracle held.

He came to town. Vancouver. I went to him.

And then Richard stopped me.

He’s not the man I thought he was. He’s not some hero in shining armor. He’s mean. Cruel. Twists God’s Word.

But he’s right.

I love Jean-Paul. Can’t even use my fake name when talking to you, journal. I’m his Hightower. But the Demon Child WILL hurt my baby, because it is evil.

I will do what I must to keep my Angelica safe.

Even if that means living a life not worth living.

-M.H.
5/01

Dear Journal

I was able to go to one of Angie’s soccer games today. Richard doesn’t let me out much anymore...not after the incident when Angie was two...but I was able to sneak out for a bit. He was passed out from drinking too much and I took my chance. Angie was so good! She kicked harder than anyone else on that field! She has my legs and I think that she’ll be taller than me when she’s done growing. Her father was over six feet, so maybe she’ll get up there? You never know!

Never know.

I wish I could tell her the truth, journal. I wish I could tell her everything. She doesn’t have many friends...though I have noticed that she likes that Hannah girl, the one who doesn’t seem to have much money...Angie buys her lunch for her at school, I think. She’s so kind. I wish she could have more friends. But Richard insists we keep her close to home as much as possible. He says that we never know when someone who likes Angie might be a Minion.

She watches wrestling in secret. She loves it! But Richard calls it demonic. Satanic. Sinful. Anything to keep her from knowing who she is. I want to tell her. Tell her of her father. Of her blood. Of WHY she loves to watch it on TV so much. He travels everywhere and the Demon Child is often with him. It could be my Angie that was with him and not this “Blood Princess.” it could be my Angie who enjoys all of those comforts. It SHOULD be.

But Richard’s right. I have to protect her. At all costs.

-M.H.
6/13

Dear Journal

I received word from the compound. Jean-Paul has married a married. Ava.

My heart aches.

-M.H.
9/13

Dear Journal

I don’t know what to think. Or say. Or even write.

My baby is gone.

GONE

She wants to be a wrestler. Richard was livid. Yelled at her. Screamed at her. She persisted.

She

She’s gone.

Richard kicked her out. Wouldn’t have a “devil worshipper” under his roof.

I don’t know where she is.

I don’t

I

-M.H.
6/16

Dear Journal

I am quietly following her. She moved in with some woman who would train her...which just make Richard even MORE mad because she was going to become “one of those wrestling lesbian heathens.” She’s already won championships! She’ll never know why she’s so good. She’ll never understand that it’s not just beginners’ luck.

I watch her. I cut out clippings from the local paper about her. I hope to give her a scrap book someday.

Someday.

-M.H.
9/16

Dear Journal

I drank today. A lot. I’m sorry, Jean-Paul, my love. I’m sorry, God. I needed to. I had to.

I watch my beautiful daughter every chance I get. Every moment while Richard is asleep or out. On the internet, mostly. She’s in a new company with her mentor. Flew to Hawaii for their first show. Even made a friend or two right away. Took a picture with one of those friends on a beach.

My Angelica.

Arm in arm.

With the Demon Child.

I don’t understand. How did this happen? How did their paths collide this way? I must save my baby from her own kindness. I must save her from her sister.

-M.H.
7/17

Dear Journal

A lot has happened in the last few months. Angelica has continued to have a great career, despite her shocking friendship with the Demon Child. But most important is that we received a visit from an old friend. Sebastian Hargrave. He was Jean-Paul’s right-hand man and he was able to see in Angelica what I see: Her father. Height. Eyes. Drive and passion for wrestling. Nearly twenty years of being on the run, of hiding, of looking over our shoulders, and he KNEW as soon as he met her.

Richard was livid. Wanted nothing to do with Sebastian. Wants nothing to do with Angelica or Jean-Paul or the Path of the Light.

But I do.

In the dead of night, I left. Packed a bag and left. Contacted Sebastian. Its time to come clean. Its time to tell Angelica who she really is.

-M.H.
1/18

Dear Journal

What an adventure this has been! Texas is SO hot, and I will probably NEVER know why Angie decided to move here, but there’s a sense of freedom for us. Away from Richard, who has slunk back to Ava like a worm. Away from the lies of Vancouver. Away from everything. Just me and Angelica.

Well, and Ben, too. They have the CUTEST postmen in Texas! I really need to invite him over for dinner here at the IGADP Ranch! Maybe he knows a cute boy Angie’s age that he can bring with him!

It was such a relief to tell Angelica the truth those months ago. To hold her. To hug her. To love her the way I have always wanted. She nearly passed out when I told her...when she learned who her father and sister are...but she’s strong. I’m not sure how I feel about her keeping the Vaughn name, but I guess I can’t completely blame her; learning the truth is a big deal, and something she needs time to come to grips with. The Lacklan name means something, but so does Vaughn, at least to her.

I’m not sure how I feel. Or even who I am, really. I have never let go of Hightower in my heart, or in this journal, but I have also never let go of Lacklan, not really. Ava is in charge of the Church, and the compound, my old home. The chosen one. Shouldn’t I be the chosen one? I gave birth to HIS blood. I have hinted to Angie that she should take what belongs to her, take what belongs to US. Take HIM back. But I still fear what is going to happen when her sister finds out. It’s complicated, I guess. Part of me wishes that Angie would tell Sarah right away. Part hopes she never does.

-M.H.
6/18

Dear Journal

Well, this certainly has been an interesting holiday season. Angie had “the girls” over for Thanksgiving, and that included Sarah and Kenzi, so I did my best to not be around. Sarah seems like a friend to Angie, but I know better. I see the eyes. The hair. The skin. I see what she has done as an adult. She’s vicious, and mean, and revels in being a bully. She’s everything that Pierce said she was going to be. A demon. I’m glad that Angie hasn’t told her the truth.

Then Christmas came and we had Dave over. I certainly never saw THAT coming! He’s difficult at times, but I think he just needs love.

And then Ava visited me.

Journal, it is a very weird thing to meet another “wife” of my Jean-Paul after all these years. There were several of us back then. Nicole. Pierce. Ariana. Myself. More. But Ava is different. As different as I and Pierce were, I suppose. Pierce and I gave Jean-Paul children, gave him a chance of a continued bloodline, but Ava is different in her own right. He only ever married one, only ever gave HIMSELF to one. And that’s her.

She’s offered me something special.

A chance to go home.

Is it home?

Is Maine still my home?

Am I Hightower? Or Lacklan?

-M.H.
12/18

Dear Journal

THE HELL IS THIS?!



For MONTHS now...for MONTHS! Ava and I have been speaking, meeting, WORKING together. Bring the family together, she says. Live in peace and harmony, she says. Her and I together, as the sister-wives were meant to be, with ALL of our children happy and content. Angelica, Sarah, Kenzi. A happy family. And in those months, I have seen her DO things that aren’t what she has SAID. She attacks Kenzi and Angie and tries to break them. What happened to Jean-Paul’s love?!

And now THIS?!

Does Ava do nothing BUT lie? Is there ANY truth in her words? How long has she KNOWN that my Angelica had a brother? When was she going to tell ME? MY Angelica deserves EVERYTHING that Ava has. She deserves EVERYTHING that Sarah has. And I will be DAMNED if this son gets ANYTHING that belongs to MY Angelica.

There may not be anything left at the compound for me...I’ll always have my love in my heart...but Angie deserves everything that is due her. This supposed brother doesn’t get to have what his father left behind. Sarah’s sins have made her lame and unable to continue the family. Only ONE person gets to carry on my love’s name, family, and influence.

MY Angelica.

And I WILL make sure that happens.

-M.H.
6/19

Dear Journal

I received a letter in the mail today. Not even Ben’s pretty eyes could keep me from staring at it. I knew what it was as soon as I saw it. I know the paper. I knew the sigil. After reading it, part of me wants to rip it up and throw it in the fireplace. Burn it all. But I won’t. I want to save it. I want to keep it. I want to shove it in that horrible woman’s face and make her EAT HER WORDS when she is proven wrong.

And she WILL be proven wrong by MY Angelia!

I will keep it with you, journal, so that its ready to serve as a lifetime reminder to Ava that she is WRONG.

Chère Sœur,

So much has changed recently. So much has grown. We have seen things progress at a pace we could not have expected, though we certainly prayed for. And now we are here, but just a few days away from one of the most important dates in the history of our Lord. And I wish to take this time before it happens to send you this letter. This letter of apology.

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

Angelica has been a boon to the world and has proven herself to be someone extraordinary. Just think of it! Think of ANYONE in her position that was NOT her! Ripped away from the love of her father by the evil machinations of a weak man. Raised away from the world she was born for, away from God’s greatest enjoyment that is wrestling. Yet still her blood burned. Her blood called. It YEARNED to be who she is. It DEMANDED that she ascend the heights of her station. It called to her and beckoned her. Other people, regular people, would have faltered where she thrived. They would have stumbled where she persevered.

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

Three years! Three YEARS, chère sœur! Your beautiful daughter has DOMINATED this sport in that time! Title after title! Champion of the WORLD multiple times! Tag team and cooperative ranks! Tournaments! Crowns of gold and jewels. Throngs of crowds. Fan clubs around the world. Adulation from her peers. Compatriots as close as the siblings from which she was robbed.

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

Her success within the UGWC has been astonishing. There were those who rose through the ranks faster, of course. Men and women who somehow became world champion after just months of wrestling and other silly nonsense decided by children playing the game of grownup. But those few who would become champions so quickly? They failed...not only more often than not..but at a staggering, and embarrassing, rate. But not Angelica. No, she is not happy with being an Eden Morgan, who “chose” to average but one win in three matches. She is not happy to have a record no better than a Raab, as some of the “legends” of this company do. No! She strives for more! She reaches! She drives! She attains! She embarrasses those who would call her down!

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

Eight championship wins in the last eighteen months of the UGWC! AND eight main event wins! Took down Wallace and forced him to face his irrelevance in today’s world. Raised up Rydell and allowed him a modicum of respect before he too found himself back into a world of drab grey. Defeated the likes of the UGWC stalwarts such as the Court, Kenzi Grey-Lacklan, and Zane Scott. Why, except for her inability to defeat Travis Pierce when it is important, there has been little...if NOTHING...to stop her!

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

But the world has seen something shameful recently. A crack in that seemingly impenetrable armor of hers. The Massive Melee, while primarily playing host to the rise and victory I promised, also showed a failing within your dear daughter. Before, there was no hesitation as she fought her friends. When she stood tall, looking down upon the shorter heads of the Grey-Lacklans a year ago, she did not hesitate to kick them as hard as possible in pursuit of the WrestleStock Cup. When she faced them in cooperative action, she did not think twice about shoving her hand into the open maw of Sar’s insistence that she did not have what it took. But now, she shows weakness. Now, we see her throwing away the Cross-Hemisphere Championship all because someone sheds tears over losing it. She shows the world that she is, ultimately, incapable of making the hardest decisions and sacrifices.

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

As wonderful as she is and has been, the world needs more. It DESERVES more, chère sœur! The world deserves not just the BLOOD of the Savior, but the SPIRIT of him! The need every bit of the Light! They need not just someone to admire, as they do your wonderful daughter, but to ASPIRE to! To PRAY that they could be! They DESERVE not just the BLOOD that flows through her veins, but the ESSENCE of the character. They deserve someone who will not stay their hand when the enemy is at death’s door! They deserve someone who will not give into the tears and cries, the BLEATS, of the sheep of this world! They deserve me, chère sœur. They deserve not just “a” Lacklan holding up the World Championship, but they deserve “the” Lacklan. They deserve LACKLAN.

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

It is I, chère sœur, who is the sole person strong enough to defeat your inestimable daughter. Yes, those who doubt me, those slothful and unwashed heathens who sit in some decrepit basement and shake their fists while crying over my victories, will no doubt tip their fedoras in between handfuls of cheese-dusted chips and cry out “Actually! Angie has defeated you 3 to 1 in the last two years!” And they would be correct! Their words would be factual! And also wholly wrong. Because their words, as so often is the case for people associated with this business, lack context. Yes, again and again, Angelica has found her hand raised when we have fought, particularly in the last twelve months, but there have been two large matters of context which have not come into play. But they do now, chère sœur.

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

Never before have I focused on the World Championship. Never before! Always focused inward. Focused on the Path. Focused on my mission. Change the world through their own chaos. Create order from it. With it. But from the moment I said that I was to become fully focused on the World Championship, from the MOMENT that I accepted my role as the spiritual success to OUR Jean-Paul, to OUR love, I have been unstoppable. Again...and again...and again...AND AGAIN I have been victorious since picking up the Knocker and my husband’s sword!

VICTORY! Over my daughter-in-law in Chaos!

VICTORY! Against the desires and machinations of prince and peasant alike at the Melee!

VICTORY! Over the discarded relics of Roberts and Wallace!

VICTORY! Over Angell.

This final week may seem a small thing, considering how low the two have fallen as a team, but only those without the understanding of context would think so. Angelica has been unstoppable this, as I have mentioned. Four championship wins this year, along with four main event victories. She has been perfect in those main events, perfect in those moments of closing out the show to the tune of the roaring fans.

Until now.

When faced with me...with my focus on what she has...she fails.

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

In the realm of Chaos, I am untouchable. I have destroyed all who have come before me. I took Cotton’s resolutions and turned them into tears. I exposed Wrestleface to be the untrained imbecile he is. I BROKE my own daughter-in-law. And while Angelica has let slip the idea of my dominance taking away the desire for any to hold the title, the truth of the matter is that SHE could have been the hero at any time. SHE could have asked for the chance to fight. SHE could have spent that growing pile of Global Dollars to take it away from me. She never did. Because she is AFRAID. She KNEW that she would find nothing but ruin in MY realm. She KNEW that when fighting me, fully focused, there would be nothing for her to hold up by loss. The Normal Girl in the children’s story was afraid to face the Queen in her own castle because she KNEW what would happen.

But now the Queen has FORCED the fight in her castle.

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

This is the end, chère sœur. A story which began eighteen months ago as I wanted to pluck Angelica’s eyes from her head, though I was too muddled to know why at the time, ends at WrestleStock. All or nothing for both of us, with only one woman standing tall with both championships in hand. On the surface, your daughter has the advantage. More wins over me than I her. Only one challenger in seven has unseated the World Champion at WrestleStock. She has the support of her friends and family. But I am the truth and the Light. I have the momentum and the drive. And I will expose her for what she truly is: Serviceable. Lovable. But not what the world deserves.

I am sorry for what I must do. I must break your daughter.

And after I win? After I stand tall? You will both come home. Join me. Find your places at my side. Because when I win?

La Convergence draws near.

I will tell the Blood Princess of her sister’s betrayal myself.

Please forgive me..

Yours,

LACKLAN

[angelicavaughn]

I've told you this privately but I want everybody to know: I absolutely adored this roleplay. After reading it, I thought: "That's it. Game Over." It was such a satisfying rp for me to read because it builds upon so much that we've established over the last years in terms of characters and world building. I think you deserved a higher score, but I think that's mainly because not everybody quite grasped the layers upon layers you built into this (which is not a diss btw). Had I lost, I would have nodded and said 'makes sense'.
It was an honor to face you. It absolutely was. This cycle may have been one of my favorites so far and I've you to thank for it. They say you're only as good as your adversaries and I like to think that playing off of such a phenomenal villain as Bordy/LACKLAN has made Angie the babyface champ she is. So thank you, a thousand times thank you.

[Roxy Cotton]

My two cents:

I really liked the journals. I thought it was an excellent angle to take with the stip and that it really tied together all the Bordy/Sarah/Angie loose ends. The format of it obviously limited certain things (scenery, exposition, etc) but it didn't feel like it was lacking. Very solid.

The shoot was very in character and solid also. The repetition, which is something I do tend to like as a tool to reinforce things, felt a LITTLE overdone, but not egregiously so. To me, and what swayed my vote in comparison to Angie's, was that this didn't feel like an "above and beyond" piece from LACKLAN. I told you during the Bordy/Chaos match that it was the exact opposite - that I expected you to just do a typical Bordy RP and most likely lose. Instead, you went an extra step and really stood out, and got my vote over Kenzi in that match for the same reason you didn't get it in this one. As much as I did enjoy this, Angie's offering by comparison felt more special and like a step up from the norm.

I would really like to see more of the backstory played out in full fleshed detail, FYI. The Lacklan prequels I think could be show stealers.

[LACKLAN]

Jul 7, 2019 17:05:44 GMT -5 angelicavaughn said:

Stuffs

I appreciate the love. This has been a fun story overall, and I know we have annoyed Ken with letting a particular point wither on the vine, but I wouldn't change anything we've done. Now I can finally let Bordy rest. Also, I mentioned this privately but I should also mention it here: I'm glad you popped at the mention of various names. This was heavily researched in order to get Mary's voice right, and while this is admittedly not the most competitive piece in the world, it IS the "right" piece.

[LACKLAN]

Jul 8, 2019 10:49:09 GMT -5 Roxy Cotton said:

My two cents:

I really liked the journals. I thought it was an excellent angle to take with the stip and that it really tied together all the Bordy/Sarah/Angie loose ends. The format of it obviously limited certain things (scenery, exposition, etc) but it didn't feel like it was lacking. Very solid.

I absolutely wanted to do something different than my other "big match" ideas. Just a shame that it bombed 😂

The repetition, which is something I do tend to like as a tool to reinforce things, felt a LITTLE overdone, but not egregiously so.

It was absolutely overdone. I would have cut a third of them in hindsight.

I would really like to see more of the backstory played out in full fleshed detail, FYI. The Lacklan prequels I think could be show stealers.

I laughed about this in private but it's good for a chuckle in public, too: The last time I fleshed out Lacklan-Era Mary, my promo bombed so hard that not only was it the second-lowest scoring of the cycle, but THE lowest promo period across my three characters 😂😂😂

[Lord Hastings]

This was a mixed bag for me. The writing is obviously solid and there are some good story elements, but it also felt very much like a coda in a winding down sort of way.

I think you also fell victim a bit to your own standard. Throughout your run you have established yourself as someone who rises to stipulations and thrives in them, and in reading this I felt as though it was more or less what you had planned to do anyway. Part of that is that what we have the final letter which is 100% LACKAN's perspective unfiltered through anybody's else point of view, contrasted to Angie's post where even through Angie is speaking at times, we still view it through the lens of her cat. While our stipulations are often open to interpretation, in this case, for me at least, your opponent accomplished a more effective implementation than you (a rare feat!)

I also want you to commend you on Bordy's run overall, which has set two records that are unlikely to ever be broken and set a standard for the Chaos Championship. It has been said that the champion makes the title, not the other way around, and you have exemplified that.

[LACKLAN]

Jul 8, 2019 19:33:28 GMT -5 Lord Hastings said:

Part of that is that what we have the final letter which is 100% LACKAN's perspective unfiltered through anybody's else point of view, contrasted to Angie's post where even through Angie is speaking at times, we still view it through the lens of her cat.

Note of interest: My original vision was for Mary to offer commentary throughout, which would have placed more emphasis on the "from another POV" aspect, but I quickly realized that was going to be something to the effect 6 or 7k if it came to fruition, and I think people are REALLY tired of having to read that much 😂

[Lord Hastings]

Jul 8, 2019 19:47:21 GMT -5 LACKLAN said:

Note of interest: My original vision was for Mary to offer commentary throughout, which would have placed more emphasis on the "from another POV" aspect, but I quickly realized that was going to be something to the effect 6 or 7k if it came to fruition, and I think people are REALLY tired of having to read that much 😂

On a week were there were 28 RPs to read that might have been oppressive lol. Obviously impossible to say for sure how it would have turned out, but I do like it as a concept and think it would have worked.

[DrunkenBuzzsaw]

Half the time I barely remember that I have actually given my characters girlfriends/wives, and unless I go back and look, I couldn't tell you how old the fictitious 'Spawn of Chaos' is. So the stories that you guys have woven together, with all of the main and side characters, it's all mind-boggling to me because it's something that I wish I had to offer this wonderful hobby of ours.

I enjoyed your take on the stipulation, and it's obvious to anyone with eyes that you are an excellent writer. The most shocking part to me with this show was the gap in the score between LACKLAN and Angie. While I did have Angie winning, I'm of the opinion that this was a much closer battle than the final score indicated.

The standard that you set with LACKLAN with the Chaos Championship cannot be understated, and for me, this piece was definitely worthy of challenging for the World Title. Great work.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Bordy is as icnonic a character as we've had in UGWC in many years. She truly defines what the Chaos title has become, I believe it genuinely now has a prestige it did not have before your reign.

I did enjoy this post a lot, like I do all of LACKLAN's you did a great job of encompassing a great deal of backstory and is an example that few people can tell an engaging multifaceted story, that connects so many people together, like you.

I think one aspect that struck me is you have done a number of RP's, in my time here, that have been done from an outsiders perspective. The very first post of the year had a visitor to Lacklanland narrating his experiences, we also had the grocery store one as another example. Each time you excelled, this may have raised expectations somewhat.

I understand the decision you made above to shorten the length, but I disagree with Roxy and felt the journal format is what hurt this most. It fulfilled the act of another's perspective but I feel it lacked some of the emotional impact you are able to put in with descriptors and scene setting (which you are very good at). This ended up being a lot of purely direct thoughts and recollections from Mary and then LACKLAN, and it just felt like it was missing that extra something to tip it over from good to great.

This is not a bad post, I just genuinely think your opponent pulled out what is potentially Promo of the Year material and blew people away.