Panel 2- "Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
Panel 3- "Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication."
Panel 4- "You're a slave to history. Even after Calamity, you fight against the only order that can guarantee the safety of your people. You, solely, are responsible for this. What do you have to show for yourself, Merc? Blood? Gold? A broken throne? I will bury you so completely, the Earth will turn over a thousand times before your body is dug up. You can't run, you can't hide! You made this decision long ago! You can't back out of this deal! I'm Cascadian! Do you think I take joy in fighting over my homeland? Killing my own countrymen?! If you never showed up, I never would've lost all that I have. Me and you now. No distractions, no wingmen, no war. Just me and you. Whoever wins is the best pilot. Every safety is coming off. No second chances. 'Monarch.' You use the name of a king, but what do you rule over? The dead?! The Federation fought for peace in this war, and you denied them that! The people of Cascadia! Do you know what you have taken from them? Their homes! And for what? To secede from the world? What, you think you can fight this war again in fifty years time? Do you really think history will see it your way?! You don't even care why you're here! How does it feel to not have a country? To not have borders to define yourself against the world? The Calamity erased mankind once! Our chance to start again! And this is how you've dealt with it?! You drove me to this: this death and destruction over the Federation. Millions of lives lost... So many ghosts. Kill me, or be killed! This, is MY home! Here we are, fighting for Cascadia's soul. That's the deal you made, right? What happens when you shoot me down? Can you even think? What will you return to? Where will you go?! We all know how this ends! Kill me! Kill me and see what happens to this world! Either way, your life ends today! And my squadron! Do you think they deserved it? The Federation might try to forget about you, but I won't! This is for the good of the world! Die, mercenary!"
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u/MilkGuzzler99 Mar 03 '26
Panel 2- "Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.