Survivor: Boards.ie - Round 6

Ah brilliant, i like your style

meee feel depressed full stop

i can see neither succeeding in this one tbh

If tba is by far lá best contestant on boards dot ie survivor

On a meandering lake of consciousness men of all ages speak in riddled words of flowing rhyme to ascertain a true reason for my existence on this plain of twisted electrons that whittle; that ebb at strands of neurons in my brain

All around them is a choir of angels singing praises while lauding their fruitful work their tireless effort

Flowing robes of white was their gown of choice; it allows for free movement yet is machine washable; soon their will be a decision on my fate yet this is not where it began

This entity called Internet has consumed my soul whole it has stolen my life in an effort to send it to what some refer to as darkness; yet what tba calls survivor

In my early days there was more than this; swimming witlessly with a flow that could not be understood; tba watched with anticipation; then OFDM caused a light to shine from within alas those who rose flowed to it seared; blinded; ultimately destroyed by its beauty

One by one contestants fell to their way; it was beautiful; it was good yet sadness drenched my soul as mine eyes did weep for those that were lost

Yet lost is too strong a word it conjures thoughts of banishment; of death

Still their voices tickle my ear; yet exist as restlessness cast to a world of anti function of conceited dreams of red; grey; transparent

Above them towering like a god of truth was OFDM laughing hysterically from his tarnished ivory tower topped with his blazing beacon of power; those still in favour feasted at its base; sustained by discarded words that fell from those towering peaks

For a while it was good; an order was created; yet still tba watched; this time with disenchantment; this world passes too quickly for order to take hold; anarchy is not a solution either; some say a state between is just; an entity such as myself should not choose; tba watched; waited; yet never intervened that time was yet to come

A law has to be broken that is its purpose; much like a stone must sink in an ocean; it was inevitable as all things are; OFDM was powerful; yet another always has more; wants more; is willing to use it

So it was that a greater power ecksor saw OFDM only to smote him good; banishment is indeed harsh; death would be better; more peaceful then simply looking without a voice; treated like an animal in a cage; that is a life of OFDM; tba watched; understanding shivered through his bones; something stirred a memory; interest peaked welcome to your own personal internet

Yet OFDM was not destroyed; at least not his purpose; at his moment of testing he placed a septor of power to Gordon; tba watched; saw that anti change had been given; grieved for it; tba stepped up

Like none before tba entered upon a fray; using a language asked of him he became one with those he had watched; from within he experienced instead of seeing; yet his passing did not go unobserved

tba was made to attain his rank within this fray; to survive

A language is an assembly of understanding remove its elements to remove its language; yet tbas language was never there; visual was always his way; his mantra; for your longest moment of time this was a cover; tba was not watching then; he was acting; when he entered a final act was up to him

Others tried yet failed; tba was new; indifferent to rules; others were similar; that was his advantage; take note for future conquests; all were killed by his hand

Where back did it start; Now here upon this plain he will be judged; surrounded by those who decided such things with vehement terror

Whispers surround callus air with waves of destruction; that is what kills

It spills from their simulated mouth; what say ye of actions too hanus to mention upon this scared ground

Nothing will be said from tbas mouth; for his voice still holds still from their language; tba once again watches

It booms from their simulated mouth; WHAT SAY YE TRAITOR OF ACTIONS TOO HANUS TO MENTION UPON THIS MOST SCARED GROUND; said scared ground shakes with anticipation of an answer

Nothing can be said my world ceases to anticipate tba; as does his sense of it blackness envelopes; or so it seems; for deep within boards he escapes not with OFDM yet with my person

My purpose complete my avatar returned this world continues to leap to dance between its joys to its deaths; my tba continues to watch it

meee winner full stop meee print tbas essay finding only 757 words exclamation mark

Interesting essays. Will anyone read them though.
I got 793 on word count.