LD Gothic
The nationals topic is “humanity is doomed.” This surprises no one. They use their cases from the last four topics.
You have G2s. So many G2s. You don’t actually know where they came from. They are multiplying.
The judge is a bus driver. Halfway through the round, they stop flowing and their eyes start to glaze over. By then end, their eyes are glassy and their body is stiff. When you thank them for judging, they don’t respond.
After the round, you go to check postings. There is a semicircle of debaters standing around the paper. Staring. Waiting. You can hear a faint humming, and you decide not to approach.
When you get your ballots back, you can’t decipher the judge’s handwriting. You hold the ballot closer to the light, and think you see what might be ancient celtic runes start glowing.
“I just don’t think it’s moral” someone says in casual conversation. You have a card for that. You have a card for everything.
You haven’t eaten in a while. You haven’t eaten at this tournament. You can’t remember ever eating in your life. All you know is the taste of coffee and a muted feeling of ethereal transcendence.
“I broke!” A friend says. Yes. Everyone broke. Everyone is breaking. The entire universe is breaking apart, piece by piece. You are so excited for your friend.
