Land of Eternal Sun
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mindcrackloveShort UHC thing. Watching UHC felt very surreal to me, especially since I wasn't expecting a new season, and this was my attempt to capture that by projecting the surrealism onto the format and events. Flowery prose ahead.
Spoilers and such for being UHC, you know the drill.
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It was different than before. Already a violent tradition pitting brethren against brethren, this time it was as though an invisible bond had snapped from the pressure of all previous iterations, and for the first time, anything could happen. Past traditions were broken, honored guests were so quickly turned away; nothing seemed to make sense anymore. And all the while, a constant, watchful sun burned the sky as a single focused beam of energy, building up as smoke builds up in tinder beneath a lens, and it wasn't long before flame broke out. The density of players caused early friction, inciting a burst of carnal bloodlust even before the land itself heated from the hanging sun. And it wouldn't happen once. Even as independent events, the sparks had caught, and soon the soul of a developer, a deity of his own realm, was ashes in the wind. So much anticipation for his presence collapsed in blood with his body. Had the past games been friendly sport, this turned the subtle corner into brutal manhunt. Under the eternal sun, this was no place for gentlemen.
Neither was there any congruity for poetic justice. One player quietly fell away without ceremony, unable to maintain his touch with this realm. The demigod fell not to the undead skeletons of his own creation, but a mortal with no significant connection to him. Respected warriors perished to a single monster, clawed to death against the stone wall of a cave before his own hands could find a target. Banished from the surface, these monsters owned the underground more than ever, the last place untouched by the heat of daytime. With the hypnagogic element of a sun that doesn't move, at least that was one thing to count on. Gentlemen would find as little kindness in those depths as they would above, but who could say there was any consistency left in a aberrant world where men are monsters only a few steps further than normal from catching fire in the sun? So many souls had prematurely flown from their bodies, and still the sun shined and still anything could happen. Still, no one was safe.
Spoilers and such for being UHC, you know the drill.
~~~~~
It was different than before. Already a violent tradition pitting brethren against brethren, this time it was as though an invisible bond had snapped from the pressure of all previous iterations, and for the first time, anything could happen. Past traditions were broken, honored guests were so quickly turned away; nothing seemed to make sense anymore. And all the while, a constant, watchful sun burned the sky as a single focused beam of energy, building up as smoke builds up in tinder beneath a lens, and it wasn't long before flame broke out. The density of players caused early friction, inciting a burst of carnal bloodlust even before the land itself heated from the hanging sun. And it wouldn't happen once. Even as independent events, the sparks had caught, and soon the soul of a developer, a deity of his own realm, was ashes in the wind. So much anticipation for his presence collapsed in blood with his body. Had the past games been friendly sport, this turned the subtle corner into brutal manhunt. Under the eternal sun, this was no place for gentlemen.
Neither was there any congruity for poetic justice. One player quietly fell away without ceremony, unable to maintain his touch with this realm. The demigod fell not to the undead skeletons of his own creation, but a mortal with no significant connection to him. Respected warriors perished to a single monster, clawed to death against the stone wall of a cave before his own hands could find a target. Banished from the surface, these monsters owned the underground more than ever, the last place untouched by the heat of daytime. With the hypnagogic element of a sun that doesn't move, at least that was one thing to count on. Gentlemen would find as little kindness in those depths as they would above, but who could say there was any consistency left in a aberrant world where men are monsters only a few steps further than normal from catching fire in the sun? So many souls had prematurely flown from their bodies, and still the sun shined and still anything could happen. Still, no one was safe.
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Date: Wednesday, June 5th, 2013 06:15 pm (UTC)This season has been particularly brutal so far. Love it.