Post by twilight on Jun 8, 2020 23:53:42 GMT -5
The year was 1120. We are living in the Aztec empire on the outskirts of what is now called Mexico City. I think we would have been happier being born Incas or even Mayans. But we were born into the Aztec. Everything was such a competition. We had to battle to survive and only the strong moved on. If you were born male you had prove you were worthy, any enemies that were captured were given up to our gods in the worse possible way.
Besides the ones we sacrificed there were some chosen to be part of a bigger clan. There were competitions where any boys not yet men were asked to fight and usually 8-9 total, last two left standing were granted the title of cheiftain.
They were awarded younger warriors to train and take off into smaller battles. It was a great honor. I was forced to enter. And I did not win, I did not advance. My battle ended at that time. Three months leading up to the event my mother felt her world was ending. She called it the apocalypse of her family. That if I did not win the tournament I would be lost to them forever. How true that was. But after I moved on I was not lost. I was in Jeville. In my own hell away from hell.
Now all these years later, I am in another tournament. This time Apokalypse is my partner. He doesnt seem to like many people. That is alright. I do not need him to like me. I just need him to help me pull off the impossible. We need to beat Emerson and Saint Jude. Now Jude is almost unbeatable. Almost. Had it been Redd I was facing I would of just not bothered to show up. But Jude is another story. His faith is failing, he seems so trouble as of late that I do not know if his heart is in this anymore. And now, if there were ever a time for me and help to beat the world champion and a founding father, it would be now. Now is the time. And I will be heard.
But I feel like right now SFT is on the edge of finding its way back to its former glory. Maybe not the type of glory from the our golden age but from a new age. SFT seems more free than before. Shadow used to rule with a iron glove and it felt like it was always his vision for SFT that we had to follow. Do not get me wrong I loved him, but now things are looser. We are given free reign and allowed to experiment more with our own work and with the format SFT chooses to use.
I am not saying Harold is a better owner, that would be pretty funny. But he tries so hard, so does the whole staff. But god love him, because no one else will. It’s always been so funny to make him out to be the bad guy, he played the part perfectly. But he’s a good man, and I think he forgets that a lot of the times.
But I am sorry if I am getting off track. Right now the world seems to be in the midst of its own apocalypse with thats going on with the virus. But whether this is the end or not, we have an opportunity to move on in the tournament. And I may not have been able to win in 1121 but it may be possible to win this tournament or at least move on to the second round and that is what I hope to do.
I will have more to say soon.
Fade to light
Besides the ones we sacrificed there were some chosen to be part of a bigger clan. There were competitions where any boys not yet men were asked to fight and usually 8-9 total, last two left standing were granted the title of cheiftain.
They were awarded younger warriors to train and take off into smaller battles. It was a great honor. I was forced to enter. And I did not win, I did not advance. My battle ended at that time. Three months leading up to the event my mother felt her world was ending. She called it the apocalypse of her family. That if I did not win the tournament I would be lost to them forever. How true that was. But after I moved on I was not lost. I was in Jeville. In my own hell away from hell.
Now all these years later, I am in another tournament. This time Apokalypse is my partner. He doesnt seem to like many people. That is alright. I do not need him to like me. I just need him to help me pull off the impossible. We need to beat Emerson and Saint Jude. Now Jude is almost unbeatable. Almost. Had it been Redd I was facing I would of just not bothered to show up. But Jude is another story. His faith is failing, he seems so trouble as of late that I do not know if his heart is in this anymore. And now, if there were ever a time for me and help to beat the world champion and a founding father, it would be now. Now is the time. And I will be heard.
But I feel like right now SFT is on the edge of finding its way back to its former glory. Maybe not the type of glory from the our golden age but from a new age. SFT seems more free than before. Shadow used to rule with a iron glove and it felt like it was always his vision for SFT that we had to follow. Do not get me wrong I loved him, but now things are looser. We are given free reign and allowed to experiment more with our own work and with the format SFT chooses to use.
I am not saying Harold is a better owner, that would be pretty funny. But he tries so hard, so does the whole staff. But god love him, because no one else will. It’s always been so funny to make him out to be the bad guy, he played the part perfectly. But he’s a good man, and I think he forgets that a lot of the times.
But I am sorry if I am getting off track. Right now the world seems to be in the midst of its own apocalypse with thats going on with the virus. But whether this is the end or not, we have an opportunity to move on in the tournament. And I may not have been able to win in 1121 but it may be possible to win this tournament or at least move on to the second round and that is what I hope to do.
I will have more to say soon.
Fade to light
