Post by Johnny on Nov 26, 2015 15:43:41 GMT
How do you know you're truly on the outs of this game? It's when you're unable to make communication and only one person approaches you, someone who obviously is stringing you as their goat, and has a ton of fun information about the game that you weren't aware of. It's when no one attempts to make conversation with you (to be fair, it could be because I'm generally boring and weak at holding conversations on my own, but oh well). I've been aware that I'm not in everyone's plans for a while now. Whether it be my age or just the fact that I'm antisocial, it's a huge truth.
So I think I officially have no- oh wait, Mikki's talking to me. It looks like she's flipping... I suppose that can be a ray of sunshine if she proves truthful.
And now that just heightens Eric's power in the game, signifying me as his goat. He secured Feji, he pulled Mikki over to the Dark Side of the Force, and I definitely can't defeat him in a final two. And I can't have that, now can I?
So here I am, swinging on the pendulum of doom, praying for a chance that I can pull away and search for my sanity amidst the shattered rims of chaotic wastelands, seeping in through the rims of pure light aspiring from the obliterated heavens above in hopes that my journey is not in utter vain.
This is what my game has boiled down to, the fragmented souls weeping for release from their steel cages, which I have joined the broken ranks of. I am lost in this game, my dreams of survival washed away on the tides of despair.
Dang, that went really poetic and dark, huh? Oh well. I suppose that's the entirety of my recent game experiences, the feeling of invalidity - that the ideals of victory are mere dreams that can never force their way into reality.
The Pharaoh of Faroe climaxed with the lows
With a bleeding heart, dismembered by blind foes
Yet at the apex with the finish in sight
Shall the Pharaoh lose this last light
The game is not over, it's hardly begun
Redemption is here for those who've not won
And success in the open palms of perseverance
Yet nonchalant to my incoherence
So the gates of failure beckon to Faroe
Who has been long forgotten like a sideshow
And if the time for success is soon to arrive
The Pharaoh is ready for these gnolls to die