Seer of Time
It has been a long, long time. How long? It didn’t matter. There was no true sense of Time in the dreambubbles. And that was perhaps the most infuriating thing about this afterlife. The Seer of Time had heard of the contest hosted by the horrorterrors and Skaia. Funny how the two sides cooperated on nothing except something as meaningless as a tournament. What do spherical chessboards and squiddles care about some undead kids beating each other up?
But well, the Seer can’t judge. After all, they did sign up because they thought it’d be fun. There would be no quarters. After all, they’re all already dead, or soon will be. The reward was just a cherry on top. A wish. Any wish in the horrorterrors and Skaia’s power.
Which isn’t saying much, really.
Their first action upon setting foot on the battlefield was to review the possible timelines of this artificial session- well, actually their first action was to get to somewhere safe, and they might have had to set a few people on fire, but they didn’t kill them, they were pretty sure.
There was no timelines where the Seer of Time wins. They chuckled. They guessed that they’ll just have to play Kingmaker, then.
Mage of Mind
He was just here in the dreambubble. He wanted to leave. Out there, Lord English was destroying sessions. Killing people. Killing horrorterrors. Yet, these dumbasses won’t just break a few rules and help the ghosts fight him.
That really pissed him off. It wasn’t as if there was a direct way to talk to the Powers That Be, either, so he had to sign up for a tournament and kill a bunch of people. Well, they were all dead, anyways, it wasn’t as if killing them meant they actually died.
He didn’t take too long to get used to being in a living body again, before bolting away as some of them already started fighting. Let the more combative god tiers take each other out, and he’ll be there to take advantage of their mistakes. Right now there were simply too many variables. Too many little ways things can go wrong.
He ducked into an abandoned castle. The Mage of Mind wondered what happened to the carapacians warring on here, or whether this battleground was created empty of any intelligent life until the combatants were dropped in. He wondered what the horrorterrors and Skaia were planning with this tournament. Maybe they really were bored, but isn’t there a better use of their time? The horrorterrors, after all, were being slaughtered.
“Wanna team up?” A voice piped up suddenly. The Mage whirled around until he finally saw a Witch of Doom, and then the red sniper dot on his chest. Logic dictated that with the awkward angle, he could dodge the bullet. Game logic dictated that the sniper rifle probably had a built-in aimbot and the Witch would likely be superhumanly good at killing people with it.
He could easily see how the Witch of Doom’s mind worked, now. The Witch would have shot him, if she didn’t mark him as one of the god tiers she wanted on her side. A Mage of Mind would understand how the enemy would react, and-
“Hey, you can analyze me after we get somewhere safer, now answer my question, or die,” there was a hint of impatience in her playful tone.
“As if I had a choice,” he replied.
A god tier who knew the rules of how people acted, and a god tier who can toy around with the rules. The Mage of Mind wasn’t sure what sort of synergy the Witch of Doom had in mind, but he knew that there was a big play formulating in her head.
He also knew that one of them will betray the other at some point.
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