At birth, the game of life begins
A season consisting of losses and wins
A panoply of emotion, action, joy, and bullshit
The universal act, driven to endure it

Hello, friend
F society, F god
F me, F you
Goodbye, friend

Moments before Carenf’s demise, an urgent letter was delivered to Aricame’s home. Alone, Aricame sat on his couch and began to read:

Hello, my dearest son,
     The reason for this letter will soon become clear. I have been withholding information from you and now it is time that you knew. I told you that Victor Strife trained me and helped me to tap into my Champion nature. What I didn’t tell you was that he kidnapped your nephew, your Other, soon after you were both born. This Other’s name is Stievo, and he is the one you met in Berlin – as I am sure you have pieced together. Victor raised and trained Stievo to be your equal, maybe even your better. His motives kept me up at night for years.
     It took me some time, but I was able to track Victor down in 1933. I watched from afar as he trained and taught the child, yet I could never extract a reason for this because Victor is very cunning and evaded my investigations. I decided to leave him and Stievo alone because…I hoped to never have to admit this to you…I didn’t know if he was raising the next Champion of Light or if I was. I am so so sorry. I was positive that you would succeed me and fight for the good, but I loved you so much that I couldn’t trust myself. I needed more time.
     That time has come. Geryman’s reappearance means I had to take a chance. I contacted Victor and asked for his help. He knows more about our kind than any other human and he might be able to prepare you for your battle with your Other. Continue to learn from him, but be cautious. All these years, and I still know not his motives.
     You will fight. And when you do, you must do so to the utmost of your abilities. Kill Geryman. Then confront Stievo. I pray that the Light will prevail. If it does not, billions will suffer.
Goodbye, son
I love you

A cascade of emotion and energy flowed through Aricame, lifting him into the air before landing him onto the living room floor. At that moment, his mother was murdered. His reaction was twofold: he immediately understood that the Championship power of his mother had been transferred down to him, instantly making him perhaps the most powerful being on the planet. The second reaction was, almost surprisingly, just as strong – the deep sense of loss that any child feels when a parent dies. Aricame was reminded that he was both superhuman and human.

Held back, fade to black
Can’t cry, won’t try
No time to wallow in this hollow