Pure Evil by The Villain
October 31st, 2007 9:59 PMTo the Players of SFØ,
This has been a most rewarding Era. I had enjoyed casting my shadow over your little playground, taunting your membership, and absconding with your precious Sutro Tower. But my accomplishments did not go without their price. My work has been met with staunch resistance: you have undone my tasks, you have buried me in a sea of my own idiom, and you have cultivated Goodness from a crop of Evil. I have met your appointed Herø on the field, and have suffered my defeat. In your tireless devotion to your beloved SFØ, you have demonstrated the errors of my ways, and in this conflict I have come to regret my Villainy. I can commit no further crimes. In the words of Hitchcock, the revered storyteller, "In the old days villains had moustaches and kicked the dog. Audiences are smarter today." The time for the archetype has passed; the Evil in this world cannot continue to be represented so. I write to announce my retirement from SFØ.
As proof of my withdrawl, I destroy the mask which has become my image. The black bandana, the source of my Evil, has been drawn and quartered, so preventing it from spreading Evil. The mask will be distributed across the world such that the dismembered pieces may never be reunited. The first quarter will be delivered to SFØ, where it can be guarded by the largest contingent of active Players. The second scrap will be put under lock and key in the vault of a valiant Senator. The third remnant will be given to the distant island of UKØ, far across the ocean. The fourth and last piece I will bury myself, here in Chicagø, in a manner to ensure that it's evil can never grow. I leave it to you, the Players, to keep this Evil contained. I wash my hands of this Era; it is in your hands now .
Sincerely,
The Villain
Today, October 31st, 2007, Samhain, a time in which we observe the passage of this world into the next and prepare for our next incarnation, I destroy the Evil which has come to SFØ.
One package to be sent to SFØ.
One package to be sent to DCØ.
One package to be sent to UKØ.
The last quarter to be closed between the pages of Calvino's Invisible Cities...
... placed beneath the earth of CGØ...
... and buried under the Salt, that it may never grow.
The Evil.
To be sent away, never to be reunited.
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Is anyone else thinking of the movie Time Bandits?
Nice ceremony.
That's what I said. Except, it was a knee-jerk reaction, the first comment and well... I got a little self conscious and then deleted it. But I'll say it again:
OH DAX, YOU DIDN'T!!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????
Good bye Villain, you were a well written character. I feel genuinely sad at your passing. The only thing that is stopping me from being distraught is the hope that Dax will play on under a new guise.
Please don't leave!
Oh no! SF0 won't be the same without you!
I feel genuinely quite saddened. I vote as a show of gratitude for the joy you have brought me through the praxis.
Please say that Dax Tran-Caffee will play on...
too awesome.
now we get to call you The Artist Formerly Known As The Villain. You need a new symbol of course.
Could we suggest this?
Or perhaps the interrobang.
Danger.
Quartered evil now has now been scattered around the world. The Villain is gone, but the danger has not passed.
A beautiful ceremony.
OH shit mang... I love the completion... but...
not only did you kill the villain but any narrative that could have gone along with him. You should unsubmit this and save it for 13 years from now.
Seriously.
Allright Fine... huf.. Who's cuming with to Chicago? Bex will you fly us there
The meta narrative is far from over.
There is still the quest to bring the four quarters back together that some hapless hero will journey forth and attempt and possibly succumbing to the power of villainy. Or perhaps bring the four pieces together, carry that terrible burden up the slopes of Mount Doom, and throw them into the lake of fire, to rid the world of villainy once and for all.
Or maybe one quarter of the power of villainy is sufficient enough to hold sway and turn an otherwise noble heart to villainy.
The possibilities of where this story goes from here are endless.
All we know is that the original bearer of the burden of villainy has passed the mantle on.
I have to admit- the temptation of driving 6 hours to Chicago, and find a tree stump filled with salt and Calvino, very high. However. A tree stump somewhere in Chicago? I wouldn't know where to start.
Well, considering there aren't many trees there to start with, it might be easier than you imagine.
It saddens me to see this particular chapter in the story of good versus evil come to a close. But, I cannot fault our dear Villain's decision or his timing. An excellent close to what has been quite an enjoyable game narrative.
Those who would weep at the Villain's passing, fear not. I'm sure that in time another archetype will arise to challenge us.
The Villain is dead. Long live bustedpuppet!
Ink Tea, and others contemplating a quest to recover the shroud of evil - there are definitely some structures visible in the salteast photo which may be useful. Am I imagining patterns, or does it look like the edge of a cemetery? (I'm afraid I only know one cemetery in Chicago, and the video sure doesn't look like it was filmed there. . . so that may not help much.)
The quest to retrieve the pieces will be undertaken only by heroes if we're lucky, Senator Lincoln.
We have more than just heroes in this land, aye. Not all villains are so bold as to fly their colors in the open.
If clues were the key to adventure, the path lies in the empty space between now and the end.
But adventure is dead. As am I.
I liked that evil. Sad to see it go, personally.
Who of UK0 received the fragment of evil [interrobang]. Neither myself nor Mouse have given out our addresses, Mr. Fish? Yarmouth boys? Any of you heard anything? What should we do once it arrives?
And for that matter, who received the Villainy textbooks?
If there is such a thing as an art of living, then the man who lives life as an art will have a sense of his own beginning and his own end. And beyond that, he will know that his end is in his beginning, and that each breadth he draws can only him nearer to that end. He will live, but he will also die. For no work remians unfinished, even the one that has been abandoned.
Paul Auster, 1975
Calvino? You buried love stories. He's my favorite author, and that's one of my favorite books. Why in Calvino?