The Ides

The CN's Ides of Karma: An Eleven Skewering Karma Coup

March 15th! Ha! Blades gleam bright,
Karma leaders shall feel The CN's might!

Karma's Head Office doors, a fortified dread,
Leviathan's bulk and Plasma's red,
Two guards down with a shocking parade!

Ghad's mess? One stab, enough!
Bridgett's eyes? Poke! Now they're blind!
Boston's talk? Shhh! One quiet plea,

Altino's fluff? Two stabs, poof-pow!
A feeble fight, a desperate vow,
For this event, you're taking a bow!
Levont's dance? A panicked flight,
A single swift stab, in fading light,
No escape, from The CN's might.

Brahmana's pomp? He hides in his sh*te lair,
But BAM! BAM! BAM! Three stabs, right there!

Eleven stabs, a messy art,
The CN's rage? A bloody start!
Karma's leadership? Now torn apart!
The CN dominates, a new start.

By: The CN of Karma

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TL;DR:

Brahmana: 3
Levont: 1
Altino: 2
Ghad: 1
Bridgett: 1
Boston: 1
Leviathan: 1
Plasma: 1

The Ides Strike Back

March 15th. The air smelled like impending doom and slightly burnt toast. The winds had changed, whispering secrets only you could hear. You had tried to ignore them, but every time you blinked, you saw Altino lurking in the shadows, wiggling her fingers and chanting, "Beware the Ides."
You had an itch. Not the usual I-forgot-to-do-my-taxes kind, but the sort that demanded immediate action. You needed violence. You needed stabbing. And the first person you would stab?

1st Stab – Al-Bonema (No Regrets, Only Blood)
The delegate had been whining about endorsements again. "Please," they said. "I just need one more to be a viable candidate."
"You disgust me," you muttered, shaking your head. "Your basketweaving stats are shameful."
Before they could protest, you lunged dramatically—except you miscalculated, and instead of going for the heart, you stabbed them in the thigh. They screamed. You screamed. It was awkward.

2nd, 3rd, 4th Stab – Karma Pirate
"Hey, so how does the World Assembly work?"
Stab.
"What’s an endorsement?"
Stab.
"Why do you look like you’re about to—"
Stab.
They never finished their sentence.

5th Stab – Bureaucracy (Brahmana)
Filled with the bloodlust of the Ides, you stormed into the government offices, determined to stab Bureaucracy itself. You saw a stack of forms labeled ‘For Official Use Only’ and plunged your knife into them triumphantly.
Turns out, there was a poor Brahmana underneath the papers.
“Oh,” you said.
“Oh,” they said.
“…Well, this is awkward,” you added.

6th Stab – Yourself (By Accident, Of Course)
You were feeling pretty smug about your work when you spun around too fast and—yep. Knife, meet abdomen.
"Ah," you muttered, staring at the handle. "Classic mistake."
You gave yourself a reassuring pat on the back and carried on, pretending that hadn’t happened.

7th Stab – Yourself Again (This Time on Purpose, but Not Really)
You tried to sheathe your knife, only for it to slip and land directly in your foot.
"Great," you grumbled, limping forward. "At this rate, I'll be more holes than person by sundown."

8th Stab – The Guy Who Asked You to Fill Out a Census (Chikyu)
“Would you like to take five minutes to—”
You didn’t let them finish.
"Absolutely not."
Stab.

9th & 10th Stabs – Yourself, Thanks to a Rogue Pigeon
You had one job: walk down the street menacingly. But no, the universe had other plans. A pigeon, drunk on power (or possibly bread), dive-bombed your head, causing you to flail wildly.
One stab to the arm.
One stab to the thigh.
The pigeon flew away, victorious.

11th Stab – Altino (Because, Obviously)
It was only right to end where it all began.
Altino was already waiting, standing atop a conveniently placed hill, looking every bit the final boss of your stab-fueled adventure.
"You finally understand," she whispered, watching the blood drip from your various self-inflicted wounds.
You nodded. "Yes."
Then you lunged.
Altino dodged.
You tripped.
And stabbed yourself.
Again.
Lying on the ground, staring at the sky, you wheezed, "I deserved that."
And with that, the winds of Karma carried your misadventure forward.

Tally
• Al-Bonema – 1 stabs
• Karma Pirate – 3 stabs
• Brahmana – 1 stab
• GU – 5 stabs
• Chikyu – 1 stab

(Disclaimer I don't condone violence :) hope everyone has a wonderful spring)

The Ides of Karma

The Ides return, their will is set, I draw my blade with no regret.
How Cal gasps, his breath ripped away, fingers grasping at a life that won't stay.
Electric veins sputter, wires coil tight, Kamra's body shudders as screens lose their light.

Ink turns to crimson, Shrimp's fingers go slack, the pen in my hand ensures no way back.
Dagger laced with poison cuts swift and deep, as Avi stumbles, sinking into sleep.
Elegance in deception, Lev's life meets its end, a knife to the ribs with no chance to defend.
Shards of glass scatter, slicing the air, as Orca lies still in silent despair.

Open hands plead, but hope fades away, as Plasma is left pinned in a macabre display.
Fangs lie waiting, patient and still, as Kythorn surrenders to nature's will.

Killing blow lands, swift and straight, as DJ mouths my name a moment too late.
Altino struggles, the thorns twist tight, feathers torn free in a desperate flight.
Ruined by trust, a fatal mistake, I wasn't alone in leaving no trace.
My fingers slip, my heartbeat slows, undone by the hand I thought I had known.
Above me, Nepo stands, as I fall apart, my own dagger finding its home in my heart.

Stabs (1 all):
Cal
Kamra
Shrimp
Avi
Lev
Orca
Plasma
Kythorn
DJ
Altino
Chiki

(My first time writing poetry in forever, so apologies its not that great! I focused more on matching the first letters than the rhymes. Thanks to CN for the poem idea.)

I wrote a short story that sticks to the true spirt of the ides of march which of course is a brutal coup d'état:

Radial Councillor DJ was putting the finishing touches on the Culture Club (NGO edition) art week when Lev threatened him with blackmail and an ugly smear campaign. This was the last straw. Fed up with the oligarchy of the sages and their fickle rule, DJ and the Karma Cooperative Union plotted a glorious revolution that would turn Karma into a democratic utopia.
First, they stormed the mysterious, shadowy lair that the founder Brahmana called home and stabbed him twice through the heart. Next, they marched onward to the forest that Aegis called home, and with two furious swings of the axe, she was felled. Then, they ambushed Plasma in his gym stabbing him twice while he was distracted by a phone call with Yappa, where he was desperately trying to convince her not to eat something.
After that, they tricked Kamara into turning on its creator and plague doctor Lev with two stabs in the back. Lastly, the revolutionaries found Bri and Alti huddled together in the Zenith to make a desperate last stand. A vicious battle ensued in which Bri took many of the revolutionaries down with her before she was also finally stabbed twice.
In the melee, Alti was stabbed, and as a revolutionary went to make the final blow, a booming voice yelled, "ENOUGH!" The knife was deflected at the last possible moment, making a loud clang that rattled on the floor. The fight came to a screeching halt.
DJ began to address the room: "The bloodshed and violence must cease! The sages have been vanquished, and only the Radial Councillors remain standing. Now that the circles are freed from their masters, Karma can create a new era of freedom and democracy. In this new chapter, Karma—freed from our shackles—gives every local the rights of the encircled. They also have the right to form their own circles and participate in Karma's first-ever true, free, and democratic elections."
Thus began a new karmic golden age, with Karma ruled by its duly elected Radiants of the Roundtable.
The end.

TLDR 2 stabs for our founder and governor, 2 for every sage except alti who only gets one totaling 11 stabs