Leontes vs. @Xiba
"The journey had been easy thus far. I had only lived this one life, yet I had lived it a thousand times. A familiar face on every floor, the same simple-minded creatures playing out a familiar routine. The only difference ever is how prepared I am for their deadly dance, and whether I have the strength to follow their lead. Where this knowledge comes from, I’m not entirely sure. Is it just experience? A “second-sight” perhaps?
With each death I can foresee their killing blow, yet I do not run; instead, I grit my teeth and accept the coming respite. Knowing that it would not be the last time, knowing that I would get another chance. Or maybe, hoping that this time I won’t wake up.
But this time…
I wiped the slime from my blade and reached out for the dome-shaped object. I could sense great power from it, its strange markings beckoning my fingers to trace along the pathways on its surface. I felt my mind shake, a spurt of vigor empowering my soul. A familiar feeling, but I was wary. Neow has taught me that every ounce of power comes at a price. This time, however, I felt nothing. Interesting.
I shook it off and entered the City. A familiar flock of carrion. Alright, the one who’s spreading his wings, hit that one four times so it can’t…
Wait, what?
I can see them but, I can’t see… I… I can’t see it.
Instinctively I brace myself and cover my heart, yet none of them strike at me. Instead they grow more rabid, then the shroud again. Wait, no, I could’ve… Damn it!
What could… oh, no.
The dome. Is this the price? Or a test?
The “second-sight” once afforded to me had been replaced by a foggy, distracting haze. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I feel… fear. I feel dread. I feel… exhilarated. I feel… excited.
I feel… something new.
Alright… If I can’t see exactly what they’re doing, I’ll just have to make the read…
“Show me what you’ve got!”
Leontes wins 4-1.
I played very well today. I’m on a tear. Let’s keep it going.
Obligatory “Block City” image for @flagrantangles :
"The carvings in the stone are always the same leading up to one of those… things. You can almost smell the danger as you turn the corner.
I take a nap, a dreamless sleep, then move up the stairs.
Which one will it be… the nemesis? Maybe the orb walkers? I know them well. Do I remember enough? Their patterns, their tendencies… I pray that I do.
I push open the door just far enough to slink inside, and…
Wait…
It’s you?!
Is this where my run ends?"
well enough to try, and I’m okay with whatever counterpicks come my way (
I expect specifically). 
usually. mj was kicking himself a bit for playing him. The final game I blocked one J, and then went nuts on the facecard damage, closing it out 94-0.
