#player 33

[gayspaekles]

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Lewis, thank you for gifting us, the Patriots, with your wonderful and amazing son. Dion Lewis, patsnation loves you! 

[the144ring]

The Thirty-Third Player Enters

kill-the-batterwitch... Shelby. You are the BARD of MIND.

While it is rather different from the title you had in mind, I find that it is quite suitable. And, though I have also given this title to another player, the reasons for you achieving this godtier are rather different than his.

Bards are players that have some sort of social difficulty. You said that you wanted to join the Ring because it seemed like a good way to make friends, which you're diffident about. That being said, Bards also don't typically like rules or standards, which you acknowledged outright. The most defining quality that placed you as a Bard, however, was your fascination with passively watching destruction. You mentioned it at least twice; the effect of the Heart aspect on its players, and the reason that the Bard was your favorite class (because of the destruction and unpredictability involved). Your fear of being forgotten, also, can play into the Bard's personality. Though they may act as if they don't care on the outside, Bards really do want people that are able to understand them. This will play in later to the challenges.

Moving on to your Aspect: Mind. Your evaluation of yourself put you at odds with others in the sense that you did not seem to care for anyone else's welfare. You take forgiveness very seriously, and though you might pretend to have forgiven them, your logic of "it could happen again" prevents you from truly letting go of their transgression. You said that you wanted to help yourself first due to your lack of trust in others (again, your logic), and you called yourself a sociopath; something that many Mind players can probably relate to on some level. As a Bard of Mind, you would be able to manipulate destruction into fruition from the shadows, which must sound at least somewhat appealing. Those things being said, however, you are obviously an intellectual individual, and your future goals place you in fields that require higher mental processes. You have a high consciousness of your future, and you enjoy generally looking into the future; as you have a fascination with dystopian stories.

Your challenge as a Bard player is to learn how to connect with others. Because of your "sociopath" tendencies, this will likely be very difficult, but no true challenge is easy. As a Mind player, you must learn to take "leaps of faith", and disregard your mind and listen to your heart. As the Bard of Mind, however, you must learn to not be so easily bored with others, and instead try to empathize with them; as empathy is one thing that most people look for in friends.

With the information you've given me, this title is appropriate. If you wish to protest either your Rank or Palace, please send me an ask. If you agree with this title, however, please let me know, and I will list you as the Bard of the Palace of Mind.

[trdrhorribleler-blog]

Player 12 & 13 ~ Trust... (A06)(encounter 1 cont.)

Red didn't move as the man stepped into the opening, the man had his hands up and no weapons that he could see. He paused for a moment and tried to make himself appear bigger than before as the figure spoke.

"Hello, Doctors. My name is Eckert. I bear you no ill will, I simply heard a noise and followed it." Red watched him cautiously, hand still firmly holding the sickle in his hand. Why had he followed a sound in this kind of situation, Red felt his pulse quicken again. 

" I have seen you before and I hoped you might… join me in an alliance?” the man continued, shivers shook through the younger counterpart. His nerves and fear racing through him and his thoughts flashing, his flight and fight mode taking over and sending thoughts to his mind. Doc started to speak, his voice low and hopeful, "red maybe we should...we could maybe do something..."

He shivered thinking of the cold words of the game masters, seeming to stick in his head. "kill or be killed" Who was this Eckert? He followed them in the woods, cornered them to a cliff edge next to a danger zone. Red felt more anxiety hit him like a wave, he had to do something. Doc was far too trusting 

He shoved Doc off him, his voice a low rumble, "you're letting your guard down" he spoke quickly, Doc stumbled back slightly as Red shoved him. 

"Red....Red?!" Doc stuttered as he fell back, and stared at his counterpart who had crouched slightly his attention on the man across the clearing from them on the edge of the forest.

Red lunged forward with a primitive growl coming out of him, sickle up with blade out for business.

"Red no!" Doc shrieked trying to grab the maroon fabric that speed past him. His counterpart was too quick, he shot across the clearing toward the other player.

Doc was shaking, what had gotten into Red?

[trdrhorribleler-blog]

Player 12 & 13 ~ "Cornered", First encounter (A06)

They continued to crash through the underbrush as the sound of the tracking devices TINGs started to dwindle and become faint until finally they were finally gone completely.

"no...no this can't be right" Doc groaned as they came out into the clearing and saw out into the dark ocean waters lapping the beach. 

"let me get this right..." Red said looking at Doc who slumped down staring out at the water and cliff drop ahead of them in A06.

Red chuckled, "the guy with the fucking tracking device...oh! And a map! Leads us right to a...~ where was that place Doc?" He smirked and continued, "oh that's right a cliff, a fucking cliff!"

Doc glared up at him, "what did you just fucking say". He could feel his body shake from his anger and adrenaline from their escape from the oncoming opponent. Red smirked at him as Doc spoke, his voice shaking slightly as he balled his fists up.

"I dare you, say it again Red. So fucking help me."

"oh wait what was it again? Oh yea, that's right! A fucking cliff."

Doc lunged,

"that's it I am so sick of your fucking mouth" he growled wrapping his arms around his counterpart and grabbing and pulling on whatever part of the man he could get a grip on.

Red cursed loudly his hands flying up and grabbing Doc and yanking against him trying to break away from him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" he spat at him as he gripped him by the hair and faced him. 

The tracking device started making its loud shrill TINGs, the two doctors still roughly pulling and shoving at each other and uttering growled curses. 

"The dot wasn't even-" red grunted holding his foot firmly as Doc tried again unsuccessfully to overpower him to the floor, "-that close, you COULD have referenced the map...you could have-" he growled his teeth clamped tight as he continued struggling against him.

Doc yanked on him again, "just shut up!" he yelled trying to put him to the ground, the TINGs from the device getting more rapid and happening in a quicker procession. The two continued their battle to throw the others balance off, until there was a soft crunch on the forest floor behind them. 

They both stopped, Red's eyes shot from Doc to the forest and he felt his pulse increase as he noticed the figure walking from the wooded wall. 

He growled in frustration,they were cornered. Red only hoped he could someone manage to have an advantage with his weapon.

Red gripped Doc's shoulder, shoving the older man behind him forcefully. Doc stumbled slightly, it was like the shoreline came back into a focus, the ear splitting sounds the device made seemed to echo as he heard his counterpart hiss for him to stay back.

Red felt a quick rush of adrenaline and fear taking over him as he withdrew his sickle from his waistband and stood firm footed in front of his counterpart. No one was going to touch Doc, not while the blood still ran through his veins and breath still in him.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he forced a sick smile onto his face as he sparred off with his approaching enemy, he barred his teeth defensibly 

"you'll have to go through me," he growled out dangerously

"bring it on~"