#9 A View from the Top

[FaraDian]

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CPT #8

Before receiving its official name, Mount Everest was simply known as Peak XV.

In Season 15 of the SSL, Fara Dian has passed over the South Summit and trekked onwards. Between him and the true summer lies the most technically difficult element of the entire ascent. Upon the real mountain, this was the Hillary Step, where an 8000 foot fall awaits on one side, and a 10,000 foot plunge off the other. The mountain in the SSL is meta, pace, formations tried and true. In his 9 season, Dian has stumbled upon all of them, struggled for footing and for breath.

But all of it was acclimation and preparation. Here and now it has all reached the true view from the top of the world. Even should a last slip push him to the rocks far, far below, his body would join a forest of the greatest to have ever tried, and his soul would be free, with a last glimpse of the atmosphere above the world complete. The legacy is built, whether it rest upon the final step or no, of a man who never stopped trying, who never stopped learning and competing, who pushed until he could take the next step... right... here.


APPROVED @FaraDian , chronic climber of Everest. When there's a CPT #10, I expect you to use rapidly tumbling down Everest as a metaphor for regression.

[Duilio05]

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Continuing off career task number 8 of Tamanna we're good dig deep into the connections Tamanna has made and his attempts to promote a healthy work environment for the younger players to come in grow to reach their highest potential.

A prime example of this is when Muunokhoi Sarantsatsral first walked into the team locker room back when they still played in Accra, Ghana. This wide eyed Mongolian traveling across the world and not only has to form a strong bond with these players he has never met, but also deal with a new environment, such as Accra being a coastal city and Mongolia is completely land locked.

As Tamanna was on the fast track to being team leader, Tamanna made sure to warmly welcome Muuno to the team. Although Muuno wasn't much of talker, Tamanna made sure any time Muuno did speak, any all teammates would listen and follow what he had to say. Tamanna knew it would be important for the team's future that obeying Muuno's orders became an ingrained into every player on the team. This is because if the field players don't have good communication and great respect for the keeper, it would limit the development of a young keeper and sow problems that could undermine a team's attempts to win championships in the future.

Tamanna did this for many of the younger players whom are now league wide superstars. He hopes that this will be his biggest legacy as a player. having instilled a work ethic and positive team culture that should last far longer than his career alone will. Having played the entirety of his career at Accra, now known as Schwarzwälder FV, Tamanna hopes the team will remain league relevant for much longer than his career, far after he has retired. The greatest respect his teammates can give to Tamanna would be continue creating a welcoming environment to new draftees and free agents who come to play in the woods.

APPROVED @Duilio06 - Mein Herz! Mein Herz!

[woog]

Career task 8

His career in soccer was only for sport. His ambassadorship to get hallucinogenic mushrooms legalized in a maximum of jurisdictions around the world was just common sense. His defence and support of the nomadic way of life to which much of his family still adhered would be a way of life, forever. But success in all these aspects of his life enabled Muunokhoi Sarantsatsral to think bigger, to dare in ways his life should have never enabled him to dare, but for his successes in soccer and the ridiculous luck of his off-field investments. 

All of which brought him here, to the Great Wall of China, built to defend against Mongols, who conquered China anyway. In all the years since, though, the border had shifted further north, making Inner Mongolia part of China, leading to some of his people using even a different alphabet to write the language they shared.

Now, Muunokhoi - grizzled veteran of the new Mongol campaigns, well over two metres tall, riding on his giant warhorse Moonflight, had toppled that wall, scattering its stones like the soccer balls he'd batted aside in his youth. All China cowered at his riders' hoofbeats; all Inner Mongolia rejoiced at the reunification of the tribes, Muunokhoi gathering all Mongolia into a single great oirat as only the truest patriots had dared to dream.

His riders carefully stowed their explosives, drank their clotted mares' milk and celebrated mutedly - these were great soldiers aware of their accomplishments, but nonetheless taciturn people. As Muunokhoi surveyed his conquest, he heard a voice.

"Ach - you're sleeping on my arm, you heavy barbarian."

Muunokhoi kept his eyes closed, preferring to hope he would return to his dream. Katrin's dark hair and pale skin were just the sort of beauty the Brothers Grimm must have been inspired by to tell the story of Snow White, so long ago on the margins of this same forest. But in the dark, he wouldn't see her perfect moon face anyway. He rolled off her arm, and resolved to return to his dream... perhaps Katrin would join him atop the rubble of the wall this time, rousing the troops in German-accented Mongolian. Pehraps their sons would ride behind them, on their own valiant horses.

Or perhaps he would have to settle for dreaming of easier-but-not-easy things, like victory in Reykjavik.

Approved!