Match info
| Date | League | Winner | Loser | Score | Type | |||||
| 2006-08-10 | TFL 3a | nLv | No Longer Valid | 93.87 +8.53 |
K}{R | Knights of the HARSH Realm | 81.79 -5.36 |
60-40  50-40 | Shutdown2 8v8 Shutdown2 8v8 |
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Writeup:
nLv over K}{R
Yam threatened to make fun of me in the writeup if K}{R won tonight (and they almost did), but now I have to return the favor.
Yam Potter had been asleep for what seemed like only moments when the familiar CRACK stirred him. Longing for the familiar faces of MoonGuardian Weasley or sirVIPER Granger, Yam soon realized that neither of them were with him anymore. He was alone. Thoughts rushed to him quickly of being back at nLv's Server, learning TFC under Mr_Rage, and soon enough he found a warm feeling of calm overwhelming the always-searing pain on his forehead. But what calm there was, was quickly defused when he became aware of the situation he was in.
The CRACK was no less than MrBill, MoonGuardian's father apparating into the room. His face was Grim.
Yam we must hurry, there's not much time!
What is it, MrBill?
Lord Nomad and the nLv'ers are quickly in tow. Please hurry.
Yam rushed to fetch what little belongings he had managed to salvage from nLv's Server of TFC and Wizardry. FRUITYBOY, Yam's owl, looked less brilliant on this eve, his shimmering white feathers now a drab gray. Yam grabbed Fru's cage and stood to follow MrBill out of the door. He could not remember where he was; his memory had been failing him since the loss of Mr_Rage.
Yam Potter! said MrBill.
What?? replied Yam.
MrBill returned a grimace, half-expecting Yam to know what he was talking about. Yam stammered for a moment before realize he had forgotten his RPG on the floor where he had slept. He turned to pick it up, then finally followed MrBill out of the room.
So what's going on MrBill? Did MoonGuardian and sirVIPER make it out of nLv's Server ok?
Yam's memory began to come back to him.
Not now, Yam, we must hurry. muggo Snape is waiting for us.
Yam stopped in his tracks. By instinct, Yam reached for his forehead, but felt no more pain than usual. muggo Snape? he thought.
Please Yam it's all right, trust me. We must hurry!
As MrBill pushed open the door of the derelict house to which Yam had apparated only some moments after leaving nLv's Server, Yam felt a lifetime of memories all at once. The previous night's events spanned ages across his brain in only a moment's time. He remembered the terrible attack of the nLv'ers on the nLv Server from the previous night. He remembered muggo Snape. Yam could not control it. It happened before he even realized that his hand and RPG were pointed up, with words spewing from his mouth at the sight of muggo Snape.
PWNED KADAVRA!
There was a still silence; one which Harry had learned often came before death. Yet as the world before him began to settle back into its place, Yam noticed that the flaming warhead had not been expelled from the RPG. He realized that he had never learned the PWNED KEDAVRA killing curse, and that unless he reloaded, he never would. Yam reached for his back pack, pushing Fru's cage out of the way.
YAM, STOP IT!
MrBill knocked Yam to his knees in a very unfamiliar fashion. Yam was alarmed.
I told you, Yam, he's here to help. said MrBill, half-expecting Yam to perform the attack on him.
A FRIEND? screamed Harry with every ounce of resentment that he Yam. HE KILLED MR_RAGE, MRBILL!! I SAW HIM DO IT!! Yam reached again for his bag and once again was foiled by MrBill.
Yam, he did it because he had to. Mr_Rage pleaded with him to do it, so that he may preserve his cover as a ringer in the match.
Yam stared ahead at the ground, tracing it towards the feet of muggo Snape. His eyes worked their way up muggo's body until he met with muggo's beady, cold and black eyes, staring back at him. The world began to close in on him and Yam fell to the ground, unconscious once again.
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Chapter 2 next time we play :]
110-80 nLv! much fun K}{R <3
- |nLv|Mr_Rage`H - /// lemur4
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[Enter RAGE, alone]
Mr. Rage:
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of Harsh;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of shutdown buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern incomings changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That sentries teamkill me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Fruityboy and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Nomad be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Fruity closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy, which says that me
Of Nomad's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Fruityboy comes.
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what is that, some 50 Cent song?
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lolz jk... touche. well played, dear Yam.
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Until we meet again >:|
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Too... many... words...
My head hurts!
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Lol, Rage. I laughed so hard, I farted. Nice write up.
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lol, i didn't even make the match! but i'm damn glad i made the writeup! I knew yam didn't trust me!
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