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A sunny afternoon carried the spirit of life on what appeared to be an uneventful sunday on tR deathstar 24/7, circa 2020. Unaware of what was about to transpire, players carried about their business as usual. tR was different, the now so present distinction between trolls and scrimmers was then more blurry, the community was less divided.
Amidst the usual chaos, courtesy of the usual faces, an unrecognizable force sounded a dissonance that's still vibrating. People did not know it yet, but they were witnessing the birth of the blaze. Perhaps rebirth, for mine is a tale whose age can be traced back to the creation of fire itself.
Many accounts of that day now linger, but the truth is often slippery, and fact gets diluted with myth. Some say he was just a regular moviebattler, and that his strength did not spur from within, but from the tools in his possession. Others understand fire, true fire, the one that burns forevermore in our hearts. It is this fire that carries us forward, separates us from machine and makes us truly human. And for the one and only blaze this fire burnt with a might that eludes the common sight.
Before the round started.. something felt off. Dogs were barking, the air felt heavy, as if time itself had broken away to carry the sight of death for all to see. Something was near.
The countdown began, round was about to start. Some felt compelled to quit the game right then and there. Others switched to spectator, driven by a primitive instict of survival. Those brave or foolish few that stuck around did not know it yet, but they had just signed a contract with death, and it was ready to collect.
A machine known as droideka began to compute previously unseen calculations. despite its best intentions, it detected itself as collaborator on a crime most terrible that had yet to take place. No matter how it arranged the possibilities, only one outcome was displayed: the fire of the blaze, burning without restraint. The deka was powerless, and soon realized it had no option but to play its part, and let things unfold.
Round finally began, every single imperial looked forward to fulfilling their duty with utmost honor. After a deep breath, they picked up their utility and got to work.
But just as they were about to take their first step, an unexpected beep caught everyone by surprise. A series of them in fact, so seemingly harmless, that would act as the prelude for a death most dreary. Oh almighty blaze carried in his hand the seed for destruction. And soon it would give birth to a new sun, using the souls of his peers as sacrifice.
As a response to this series of beeps, the deka's programming deemed it appropriate to put its shield up. Trying to protect itself, the machine ensured the death of everyone it meant to defend.
All of a sudden, silence.
Normally there's not a single moment where the sounds of voice lines, blasters and explosives don't instrumentalize the corridors of deathstar. Like an orchestra of war, playing an endless opera of destruction. But, for a brief moment, the entirety of MB2 went quiet. Following the series of beeps a small device was seen leaving blaze's grasp and heading towards the deka. Upon impact, a light took over imp spawn, blinding everyone it struck.
Perhaps imps had finally reached heaven. perhaps the light symbolized the new found understanding of the dread previously felt. But one thing was clear, in this act of death a team had perished, and a king had been born.
This was the death of the imps, and the birth of the Blaze.
Amidst the usual chaos, courtesy of the usual faces, an unrecognizable force sounded a dissonance that's still vibrating. People did not know it yet, but they were witnessing the birth of the blaze. Perhaps rebirth, for mine is a tale whose age can be traced back to the creation of fire itself.
Many accounts of that day now linger, but the truth is often slippery, and fact gets diluted with myth. Some say he was just a regular moviebattler, and that his strength did not spur from within, but from the tools in his possession. Others understand fire, true fire, the one that burns forevermore in our hearts. It is this fire that carries us forward, separates us from machine and makes us truly human. And for the one and only blaze this fire burnt with a might that eludes the common sight.
Before the round started.. something felt off. Dogs were barking, the air felt heavy, as if time itself had broken away to carry the sight of death for all to see. Something was near.
The countdown began, round was about to start. Some felt compelled to quit the game right then and there. Others switched to spectator, driven by a primitive instict of survival. Those brave or foolish few that stuck around did not know it yet, but they had just signed a contract with death, and it was ready to collect.
A machine known as droideka began to compute previously unseen calculations. despite its best intentions, it detected itself as collaborator on a crime most terrible that had yet to take place. No matter how it arranged the possibilities, only one outcome was displayed: the fire of the blaze, burning without restraint. The deka was powerless, and soon realized it had no option but to play its part, and let things unfold.
Round finally began, every single imperial looked forward to fulfilling their duty with utmost honor. After a deep breath, they picked up their utility and got to work.
But just as they were about to take their first step, an unexpected beep caught everyone by surprise. A series of them in fact, so seemingly harmless, that would act as the prelude for a death most dreary. Oh almighty blaze carried in his hand the seed for destruction. And soon it would give birth to a new sun, using the souls of his peers as sacrifice.
As a response to this series of beeps, the deka's programming deemed it appropriate to put its shield up. Trying to protect itself, the machine ensured the death of everyone it meant to defend.
All of a sudden, silence.
Normally there's not a single moment where the sounds of voice lines, blasters and explosives don't instrumentalize the corridors of deathstar. Like an orchestra of war, playing an endless opera of destruction. But, for a brief moment, the entirety of MB2 went quiet. Following the series of beeps a small device was seen leaving blaze's grasp and heading towards the deka. Upon impact, a light took over imp spawn, blinding everyone it struck.
Perhaps imps had finally reached heaven. perhaps the light symbolized the new found understanding of the dread previously felt. But one thing was clear, in this act of death a team had perished, and a king had been born.
This was the death of the imps, and the birth of the Blaze.
