I feel like Sam’s been holding this move in his pocket ever since Imahara Joe told FCG he had a bomb in his chest. That said, I think this was about the most brilliant way he could have deployed it.
Think about it—FCG wakes up in a cave surrounded by the corpses of his dead friends, only to learn later that he was the one who murdered them. Now he’s in a cave with his new best friends, and he’s going killbot mode again, but this time, he’s fully aware of his state of mind, and fully in control of his decisions. And in picking his target, he saves all of their lives.
I know there’s been a few posts on it already, but godsdamn Travis was clutch in last night’s game
Not Chetney. Chetney didn’t do shit. (jk)
But Travis Willingham. the player. the CEO. the fan.
He got his shit absolutely ganked in round 1. Fully dead. Before he got a turn. I’ve seen players rage quit after that. Hell, i’ve been a player that rage quit after that.
And he hung around, making jokes and talking strategy until he was like “ooh, a burger” and got his noms on until he was brought back up
When a TPK looked imminent, he told Matt it was okay. He knew they could move on, even from that. He was a calm and comforting presence at the table.
when Sam pulled the hail mary, he was the only one not yelling, crying, or both. He, in the moment, let his appreciation for the big move and the killer story beat shine through.
Travis did a hellova job last night, and it was easy to see why he captains the ship, and he’s someone i strive to be like as a player, a gm, and a friend
Sam Riegel really constructed the perfect tragic character arc here. A good tragedy is one rooted in the flaws of the character, written into the bones of their personality so that their downfall feels at once inevitable and entirely preventable. And that was FCG to a T.
Because they were so convinced they were less than everyone else from minute one. They were so self-sacrificng that their central healing mechanic was built around it. And they came so far towards self-worth. They found a God and a soul, they made friends that told them how important they were. They fell in love!
But it was never enough. It was never enough because they were literally built for this. Constructed with a bomb in the center of their chest and a martyr complex and so much love. Dying for their friends was almost an inevitable conclusion.
i love how cats use their little walnut brains to go, "hm. it appears mother is moving very quickly and carrying many things. i bet it would be very helpful if i got right in front of her feet. this will make everything work more smoothly and won't lead to mother almost launching herself down the stairs to avoid kicking me. i am so good at plans."