BattleWraith

LOL oh please Vinny. I'm a working graphic artist, anyone with a similar background would likely say the same thing. And when you are dedicating so much energy to turning this league into a pissing contest, don't be such a blatant hypocrite as to call me a snob for finding this logo a bit plain.

Sure thing, just have him make a pretty logo lol.

Yeah I know type--meaning I can download a font and slap a gradient on it. When you settle down maybe I can get some nice arial and put an emboss filter on it, looks like you'd cream yourself over it.

Has to have a blocky font and a gradient right? Lol.

14.

As Tate draped the scarf around the girl's neck, she reached up to draw it tighter against her body. His index finger brushed her hand and he shuddered at how cold it felt, How the skin looked taut and shiny from too much prolonged exposure to the elements. Her head bobbed slightly as she mumbled something.

"Mary.."

She didn't look up or respond to his voice but he could hear her more clearly.

"Why do they hate me so much..."
"Mary."
"Why..."

Tate fished around in his pocket and pulled out the cloth puppet. It glowed in his hand. Somehow crisper..more real than everything else around them.

"Mary look! I've got your doll. See? I brought it with me."

The girl looked up. Her eyes widened as she saw the doll. Some color and warmth bled into her face. She smiled and rose to her feet, gingerly taking the doll into her hands.

"My dolly!" She rubbed her fingers over the seems, gently poking the button eyes before looking back at him. "We made this....together. Momma and me." Then suddenly she was clutching it against her chest, her eyes lowered, her mouth small and tight with anxiety. Tate turned back and saw the group of girls all staring. Standing tall and still. Unified, as if they were of one mind. Glaring, their faces all about to break into scowls of derision. Tate waved his arm in anger.

"Enough!" The girls shimmered for a moment, as if someone had thrown a small pebble into a reflection on a pool of water. Her turned back to Mary, taking her gently by the shoulders.
"Mary..you have to stop. You have to let this go."

"What? What do you mean...I don't understand..."
"What were you thinking as you were sitting there. Something happened. You were thinking something. Something important."

The girl coughed. Her eyes started to water and she rubber her face against the sleeve of her sweater. Then her head drooped again slightly as she stared towards the ground.

"I was thinking......it was the first time.....that I thought that..." She shuddered and wiped her face again. "That I was garbage. That I wasn't worth anything. That I wasn't special at all. My parents loved me. And I always thought maybe I could..fit in. Get others to like me. But...then I gave up...."

Tate took her hands, still holding the doll, within his own.

"Where did it lead Mary? Where did that feeling lead you?"

Tate resisted the urge to let go as the girl changed. She rose up. Matured and darkened before his eyes, her skin losing color. Her head rolled back for a moment, eyes clenched shut. And then it snapped back, hellish circles of yellow light staring back at him. Her lips pulled back, reflexively exposing sharp fangs that elongate before his eyes. Yet she wasn't like before. She pulled a hand away from his grasp and covered her mouth, eyes glancing sidelong at the scene taking shape around them.

"Oh god....Oh no....."

13.

The bricks turned to a curtain of shimmering blue light as Tate entered. His senses wavered for a moment and then he felt solid ground below his feet. There was a low rumble and the sound of rubber rolling over a wet hard surface. His vision solidified and he found himself watching a Model T putter by on the far side of a wrought iron fence. He was in a courtyard, the gas station now gone and a school stretching out behind his back. A commotion to the right drew his attention.

A group of schoolgirls. Blue uniforms with flower designs. Heavy sweaters and stockings to keep the wet chill at bay. They were barely in their teens, huddled together in excitement as one read something from a magazine. Tate smiled wrly. Even in this other time you could see the popular ones. You could see the suckups. Funny how little the human animal changed over time. And then he laughed at himself, thinking of how much he himself had been altered by circumstance.

A dark haired girl meekly circled around the edge of the huddle. Her clothing was pale, and a bit insubstantial in the face of the chill. She clutched a scarf around her neck as she teetered on her tiptoes to get a better view of the pictures. Suddenly she lost her footing on the cobblestone path and started to stumble. One of the other girls noticed and gave her a shove, sending her sprawling to the ground. The victim cried out as her knees hit the ground, as the impact twisted her wrists, but the crowd all laughed. They laughed as she got back to her feet and achingly left to sit in a doorway, arms folded and head bowed in humiliation. Then they returned to their chatter about the magazine. The scarf remained stretched out on the path where it had fallen.

The whole scene shimmered. The vision blurred and then coalesced and then Tate was watching the encounter again from the beginning. The encounter played through again, exactly the same way, until it ended with the very same moment as before. And then he could feel everything resetting to start again.

"That must be her."

12.

2 years later.
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Tate stood in the empty garage of an old, abandoned gas station. Dust swam through the air, it's pace quickening whenever the wind struck the decrepit building and whistled its way through the decaying walls. In the dim light there were concrete blocks and refuse. Papers and candy wrappers left from the vagabonds that would sneak in for shelter. He heard a voice grunt his name and he shuffled his way towards the back where the entrance to the main office had been.

"Here..." The mystic rubbed his hand over the bricks and flaking paint of the wall. He stepped back and looked at the whole thing. It was a doorway. A Hung, wooden door frame set in the wall..and then sealed with brick. The doorway left in place and then filled with brick and mortar. "Very strange eh?"

Tate nodded. "Yeah. I wonder why they didn't take the doorframe out if they were gonna seal it. Really odd."
"Why even bother sealing it." The mystic reached in the pocket of his trenchcoat and removed a large piece of chalk, with which he began scrawling symbols over the bricks in the opening.

"Well it's fortunate for you Alan. This is your portal. This is the way to find that woman your after. It's a door made especially for you--nobody could disturb these bricks or the passage would be lost. But you can just phase right through them, pass your molecules through like it's not even there. Seems like fate to me."

Tate shrugged. "Who knows. So....I pass through and then.."
"And then my debt is payed. Beyond that, I can't tell you." The mystic scrawled some final, intersecting lines across the surface. The marking began to glow with a faint blue light.. "You wanted to bring her back somehow..this is a transformation spell. You go in and the two of you come out. Where you come out..when you come out....in what condition you come out...I simply don't know my friend. This is what I've been telling you all along."

Tate nodded and laughed. "Oh I Know. I know. I understand what you're saying."
"Then why are you doing this man?" The mystic slid bag the hood of his sweatjacket and ran a hand through his thick scruff of hair. "You're a good guy Tate. You've helped a lot of people. Fought the good fight. Why you gotta change things? Why isn't that good enough for you?"

Tate shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know what to tell you. It's just something I have to do. Somehow..I relate to her. I feel something. A connection. I can't explain it but I need to reach her. I feel like a stranger to my own existence. Completely detached. And the only time I've felt any...impulse to do anything was when I encountered her. It's really hard to explain."

The mystic reached out and took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Alright well I wish you the best of luck you glowing *******. I hope you find what you're looking for."

Tate smiled and then turned towards the doorway, now shimerring with pale blue light.
"Me too."

You really made a great showing in this contest Liz.

I'll keep it brief Chris, hopefully that will avoid some if this inane line-by-line "rebuttal" garbage you enjoy.

I meant glib in this sense of being insincere. It doesn't surprise me you take one sense of the word and run with it.

Case in point this:

Meh, where to start--

11.

"I can't believe I'm doing this.."

The assassin's brows furrowed a bit as she took another bite of her crumbcake and then washed it down with a sip of iced chai. She dabbed her mouth with a napkin before answering.

"What? You would rather have talked back in the longbow office? I was hungry and I need to go soon anyways."
"I should be escorting you to prison or something." Tate's voice was a bit of a growl as he looked around the coffee shop. The woman had changed appearance again--wavy red hair, round wire glasses, a skirt and a top with a handcrafted style that screamed Etsy. "You killed someone and I'm sitting here with you in a coffee shop."

The woman waved her hand. "That lady I killed..her name was Mary Kerr. She was slated to die in a car accident next week..." She pulled out a smartphone and started tapping on the screen with her index finger. "Yeah..car accident. Specific cause of death was severe burns." She looked at Tate.

"So you would have preferred that she died horribly in a wreck rather than quickly and painlessly at my hands."
"Well..if you knew she was going to be in an accident you could have stopped it or something.."
"Really? Do you know how many people are dieing? All the time? You expect me to stop them all? You think I SHOULD stop them?" She laughed and shrugged, taking another sip of her drink.

"But killing an innocent person is different from..." Tate rubbed his jaw, not sure of how to express his sentiment. The assassin shook her head.
"Innocence or guilt is irrelevant. This reality is a chain of events that was set in motion long ago and is moving forwards towards the future. People's actions are like fluctuations in the stream. A large enough fluctuation can cause a shift in the direction of the stream. There are forces in the world that exist out of time and are steering things towards the best possible outcome.."
"Oh great.."
"Good and evil are just two types of pawn used to steer the course." She began to gather up stray crumbs on to her plate. Tate tapped his fingers on the table impatiently.

"How do you know this is true?"
"I don't. It just makes sense."
"What if you're wrong? You killed people...what if you were wrong about the reasons.."

The assasin's eyes narrowed. She smiled. "Someone has a guilty conscience. What happened?"
"Well..um.." Tate grimaced and stared at the floor.
"Yeah?"
"I destroyed a vampire a couple nights ago."

The woman laughed. "A vampire?"
"Yes."
"So?"
"Well..I..."
"She killed a lot of people probably..yes?"
"Yeah.."
"So?"

Tate pulled the cloth doll out of his pocket and set it on the table.

"She pleaded with me before I destroyed her. Insisted that she was still a person. She had this little doll with her that she made as a girl..."
"Oh, well..." The assassin picked up the doll and ran her fingertips over the stitches. "Just go talk to her about it."
"What?"
"Use this doll. She had a strong connection with it. Use it to track her down."
"But I destroyed her."

The woman laughed. "Things in this world are like notes on an instrument. They don't cease to be just because the song is no longer being played. Track her down." She handed the doll back to Tate.
"But how?"
"You'll find a way."

Wow. I am so glad I dropped out early. It would've been nauseating to sink time into another piece and then have something like this happen.

Shame on you Chris. If you were going to pull this nonsense, you should have done it at the start of the month. If you had a huge objection to Liz' participation, you should have raised those objections when she started.

I remember what happened last year--it was basically the same deal as now. As the result of a poorly designed ruleset, you got ahead based on a technicality and decided to declare yourself the winner. You declared yourself the winner of an art contest--WITHOUT SUBMITTING ART TO ACTUALLY BEAT THE REMAINING OPPONENT. Yes people gave you a lot of flack over it. It ran against the spirit of the whole competition. Why on earth would anyone want to win something like that?

Sad sad sad.

Add irony to the list of things you apparently don't understand Cover Dude.

"The other problem with PvP"? Care to elaborate on that?

I think your analogy was poor, both in terms of relating to the history of pvp in this game and the possible subtext that one could read into it. I didn't have to look for anything. I'm somewhat at a loss for how you could be oblivious to different ways it could be read.

1. Liz
2. DD
3. CR

What are your global handles/recognizable names?
@Battlewraith / Mere Mal Faire, San Q, 3holepunch, Slan

What server do you primarily play on?
Freedom

What server do you prmarily PvP on?
Freedom

What toons do you have to offer for 8v8 PvP?
Psi/em, elec/wp stalker, emp/psi, rad/psi, earth/fire dom, a few corruptors (kin, cold dom, pain dom)

Which of these toons is on Freedom?
all

If any, what toons would you be willing to transfer to Freedom for a league?
Anything applicable is already there.

What do you consider your primary/optimal role in a team setting?
Damage. Have done support in the past.

What do you consider your favorite role in a team setting?
Being on the winning team. Beyond that I play what's needed.

Would you be willing to make a new toon and level it to 50?
Yes. I can assist pling toons on freedom in exchange for help IOing my toons.

Would you be willing to respec into a new build for a league?
Yep.

Briefly describe your experience in PvP. (If you were on other 8v8 teams list them here, any substantial experience here also)
10MoP, Blacklisted, kbs

Basically another Cover Girl.