Re: Epic Clash - COMPLETE!
05-12-2011, 03:01 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pinary.
"My name is Eric T. Packston, and I was born aboard Cosmand City in the year 2417. I don't expect that to mean anything to any of you- you likely come from a universe very different from my own, plucked from your home by an interdimensional being known as a Grandmaster and forced to do battle. This message is intended to home in on beings trapped in these competitions, and though I won't pretend to understand how it works, my brother tells me that it is going to react with dimensional breaches consistent with the intervention of a Grandmaster. He then tries to go into the math and physics behind this, and at that point, I tune out.
"But I digress. Ten months ago, my brothers and I were where you are now- trapped in a battle to the death with seven other beings from across the multiverse. By the end, those seven beings had died, one by the hand of my brother, and we were named the victor. We were put back in our home and given a year- just one year- before we'd be taken again for the next battle- an all-stars battle, a competition between the winners of eight of these other battles.
"Now, this establishes a worrying precedent. Even on the off-chance we come out of this next battle alive, there's a good chance there will be another battle, with the winners of eight of those, and another, and another. Once you've been selected for one of these, it would seem that you have exactly two possible futures. The most likely, obviously, is death. There's only a one in sixty-four chance of even winning your second battle, and as the pattern continues, it doesn't take long for those odds to get impossibly thin.
"The only other option, then, is to defy the Grandmasters. We must break the pattern if we are to have any hope of leaving these battles alive, and quickly- the longer we wait, the more the odds stack against us. We need to band together as a group- and we need to do it with a cunning, skillful leader. What we shouldn't do is follow Vandrel Reinhardt. Just listen to his message- he's a primitive barbarian, keen to cleave his enemies' heads from their shoulders with an iron blade. How he came to be in a position to send messages like this one (a complicated process, I assure you), we may never know, but I urge everyone who hears this to avoid his leadership. Yes, we need to band together to defy the Grandmasters. We just need someone a bit more civilized than Reinhardt to lead us.
"Odds are, my brothers and I won't be able to do anything more to work toward this goal until we're taken for the all-stars battle. Even another transmission like this one is unlikely, given what we've had to do to send this. All we can do is wish you luck. Do what you have to do, what we all have to do- Defy your captors. Live on."
"My name is Eric T. Packston, and I was born aboard Cosmand City in the year 2417. I don't expect that to mean anything to any of you- you likely come from a universe very different from my own, plucked from your home by an interdimensional being known as a Grandmaster and forced to do battle. This message is intended to home in on beings trapped in these competitions, and though I won't pretend to understand how it works, my brother tells me that it is going to react with dimensional breaches consistent with the intervention of a Grandmaster. He then tries to go into the math and physics behind this, and at that point, I tune out.
"But I digress. Ten months ago, my brothers and I were where you are now- trapped in a battle to the death with seven other beings from across the multiverse. By the end, those seven beings had died, one by the hand of my brother, and we were named the victor. We were put back in our home and given a year- just one year- before we'd be taken again for the next battle- an all-stars battle, a competition between the winners of eight of these other battles.
"Now, this establishes a worrying precedent. Even on the off-chance we come out of this next battle alive, there's a good chance there will be another battle, with the winners of eight of those, and another, and another. Once you've been selected for one of these, it would seem that you have exactly two possible futures. The most likely, obviously, is death. There's only a one in sixty-four chance of even winning your second battle, and as the pattern continues, it doesn't take long for those odds to get impossibly thin.
"The only other option, then, is to defy the Grandmasters. We must break the pattern if we are to have any hope of leaving these battles alive, and quickly- the longer we wait, the more the odds stack against us. We need to band together as a group- and we need to do it with a cunning, skillful leader. What we shouldn't do is follow Vandrel Reinhardt. Just listen to his message- he's a primitive barbarian, keen to cleave his enemies' heads from their shoulders with an iron blade. How he came to be in a position to send messages like this one (a complicated process, I assure you), we may never know, but I urge everyone who hears this to avoid his leadership. Yes, we need to band together to defy the Grandmasters. We just need someone a bit more civilized than Reinhardt to lead us.
"Odds are, my brothers and I won't be able to do anything more to work toward this goal until we're taken for the all-stars battle. Even another transmission like this one is unlikely, given what we've had to do to send this. All we can do is wish you luck. Do what you have to do, what we all have to do- Defy your captors. Live on."
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