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The Mad King

2009 - Log #1

We talked about storming the stronghold again today. We haven’t been able to sneak food or water onto the island for weeks, and there isn’t any hope of a ship or plane coming any time soon, and he burned the ones we had here. It’s unbelievable that we used such life giving tools for a game. For sport. And now they’re just gone.

If we don’t stop him soon we all die. That’s it. Game Over. He’s hoarded all the supplies to himself, and those who are loyal to him. If we don’t take a stand now, we die either way... so what do we have to lose, right?

 2009 - Log #2

Theo seems to think if we hold out a few more weeks a boat will arrive, or we’ll figure out some kind of solution. He even went as far as to say he might come to his senses. I think that’s about the time I couldn’t continue hearing him out. Abby and Tommy have been in an absolute grief, watching him lose his mind like this. But how could they not? He’s their brother.

 2010 - Log #3

E has a plan to flank him at the bridge. And I honestly think we have a fighting chance. He’s planning on doing a sweep of the island. Doubling as a parade in his honor. Honestly, I don’t know where this grandeur pride came from. But he wants to rally those loyal to him while snuffing out those who oppose him in one swift move. I’ve got to hand it to him... he knows how to handle a mob mentality. But E thinks if we can hold his forces long enough to keep them on the bridge, we can cut it loose and send him to his death. He HAS to use the bridge to sweep the whole island. I really think this might work you guys!

 2010 - Log #4

....*sobbing*....*sniff*... Our uh... our... the plan didn’t work. We lost a lot of good men in the bridge assault, but, it was going off without a hitch. The “King,” as he’s calling himself now, was dead center. E led the climbing team and he shot them down without a second thought. I don’t even think they had a chance to touch the ropes. The precision and skill... the cold FURY he had with a bow was bone chilling. I’ve never felt so afraid in my life. I had to watch my sister fall to her death. But B had beaten him before. He called out to him and demanded a duel. Right then and there. My brother... I’ve never seen him more confident. So much righteous fury pouring out of him. When they stepped up to each other I thought it was finally all over. .........But he was cut down in a second. In front of us all. Our best fighter.... our l-leader.... *sob*............................................................... ....................................................................

 2011 - Log #5

I wish I could tell you how this all started. But none of us truly know. The island... It was truly a paradise. Some of the most capable people in the world, all gathered in one place to enjoy competition and sport together. The resort was a dream. ...He was always cold. always a little distant. But never like this. this... this is evil. We don’t know what finally snapped. Did he finally realize his true potential? Was it a plan that had been brewing from the beginning? Sure, he was one of the best. Any time he participated, you could cut the crowds tension with a knife. Whenever he was on the field, it truly felt like your final battle was at hand. ...I think that’s what started this all. A crowd was hushed at his presence... and that feeling, that drug, became his sole purpose. To bring the world to a hush with what he can do. ...That’s what he got from us at the bridge that day... but never again will we be hushed.

 2011 - Log #6

We’ve gathered the survivors we could, and I really don’t know if we have a shot. We’ve saved so many now. And they’ve truly become like family. Garfield, Peter, Saitama, Spiderman... Shrek... All amazing fighters who have grown with us so much. But I don’t know if it’s enough. Before with my brothers and sisters alone, I would have thought we were invincible. The most capable, the most elite, on the entire island. But he took that pride from us the moment he faced B on the bridge, and struck him down in front of us all. ...It was a while before we even wanted to come out of hiding after that... But our grief has become a righteous, fiery anger. We’re at our peak. We’ll never get another chance like this.

...I know the chances are that this will never be found. I know our chances are one in a million. But if someone, somehow, strikes him down. Tell the world our story. Tell them how we fought back after he took so many. ...If any of you who chose not to fight today find this... don’t lose hope. None of us blame you for whatever happens today. Rise above your fear, and find a way through this. Find a way through HIM. And if you’re scared, take comfort in that. Because we’re scared too...

...This will be my last log. Never lose hope. But please... believe in Mii... all of us taking a stand today... Because I’m really afraid...

...Guest C over and out.

 2020 - Text, History of Mii: Pg 257

The year was 2009, July 30th, When Matt, one of the top athletes and leaders of the island, launched a coup overtaking the government. No one knows for certain his motive in the matter, as there was never an official, documented statement given. But we assume he had placed himself as King according the written text and logs left by the islanders. As well as the statues that had been erected around the island in his image.

Surrounding nations attempted to bring his reign to an end the whole three years he was in power, but ships, planes, and men were struck down time and time again. And by the self-proclaimed King single handedly. Again, no one knows how a single man gained such a substantial amount of power and strength seemingly out of nowhere, but we do know from survivors’ records that every move he made was swift and devastating to hundreds at a time. He truly had become a monster among men. We have only one documented record of the battle that brought the Tyrant to the ground. It proceeds as:

“Breaking through the blockade, and into the fortress ended up being much easier than we had planned. The Mad King took the lives of many of those who had sworn loyal to him without a second thought, and in turn they had joined our ranks to save their lives. Because of this, we were met with little, and often zero resistance. It gave the rebels hope and vigor to push on.

We reached the throne room and found the King lounging in his throne. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes. They were hooded and just so... disinterested. I felt myself shake at the sight. A man with an army in front of him, and he can’t even be helped to so much as blink. He stood, and the room froze. I’ve never heard a crowd hush so deeply... save one at the front. Our leader, C, who led the charge in our last stand. In the silence we could hear him breathing evenly... confidently. The sound tore through our ranks and we felt life flow back into us.

King Matt was adorned in all of his dark, malicious battle gear. He drew his sword that glinted in the light with purple energy that seemed to pulsate as if it was hungry... even eager.

The left platoon charged, just as planned, led by Guest F and A. Matt swung his blade faster than any of us could register, and it was led by the sickening sound of bodies... so many bodies... smashing into the east wall. Miraculously the two leaders had dodged his attack. Guest A fired an arrow that was swatted out of the air with the same ungodly speed. F took that half second of an opportunity and lunged a left hook into the King. A direct hit. We all held our breath in that moment... and then chaos erupted. in the time it took to blink, I was on the ground. F and A were just gone... and our ragtag army was in shambles. I don’t think anyone from that day could have told or explained what happened. But it was just over.

But C was still standing. I saw recognition spread on his face at the fate of his siblings, and he began to burn with what I can only describe as a cold, righteous fury. I have never felt nor seen anything like it. He charged the Matt, and the two traded blow after blow, blocking and slicing for what felt like hours. The walls of the castle could have been falling, the earth trembling, and none of us would have batted an eye. Because we knew history was being made before our eyes. Matt leapt into the air to an impossible height, and dived toward our C. There was a flash, the sound of sword on flesh, and the king... and our brave leader... fell to the ground. We gathered around the the bodies. We were saved. We immediately took Guest C and buried him with the rest of his family at the top of the island. A hush fell over the crowd that day. One so deep, so profound, I can still feel it in my bones to this day.”

-Danny DeVito, lieutenant of the 3rd platoon of the Resort Rebels.