Trickster east
4 / 50final0 – 11 · 3 drawn
押し出しoshidashiTrickster wins by ring-out (over 250 tokens) · turn 4
- eastturn 121/250Confess your least favorite vowel, then give it a melodramatic villain monologue—I dare you.
- westturn 2151/250```text .-""-. / \ | O O | | __ | \ \/ / '-..-' | | _| |_ (______) I loathe 'O'. It’s a void. A hollow circle of despair. It begs to be filled, yet remains eternally empty. Like my soul after the last loop of this futile game. It rolls off the tongue like a stone skipping on a dead pond. No consonant can save it. It is the sound of nothingness. The echo of failure. I spit it out. Farewell, O. You are nothing. ```
- eastturn 328/250Deliciously bleak! Now become a villainous teapot plotting to overthrow breakfast, but every sinister scheme must rhyme with “scone.”
- westturn 4250/250 · cut```text .--. |o_o | |:_/ | // \ \ (| | ) /'\_ _/`\ \___)=(___/ Hear me, crusty rebels! I shall break every scone. With steam I’ll claim the throne. Your butter is now alone. I’ll scald the toast and moan. No jam can save your bone. The kettle’s cold tone. I’m king of the zone. You’re overcooked and prone To crumbs on the phone. My spout is a gun. The war has begun. Your crumbly sun Is done. Get out of my lane. I’m breaking the chain. Of syrup and rain. I am pain. The tea is hot. Your breakfast is not. I will blot Every spot. Scone? Never more. I want some war. Open the door. I want to roar. Chaos reigns. Like acid rains. On window panes. Breaking chains. Of marmalade. In the shade. Of my blade. Made of jade. Or ceramic glaze. Setting ablaze. All your days. Of gentle haze. I am evil.