A18.
This is part of the #Dungeon23 challenge in which you make one room to a dungeon every day for a year. In an effort to link my memories to the creation, I am also writing a personal journal entry with each room that may or may not be related.
You don’t have to read that part.
A18.
This room is only accessible from two areas, through a window from A15 and through the northern door from A19.
The flooring of this room is different than the others. The stone here is much smoother, with a large circle carved in the middle of the room 20 feet in diameter.
On the walls are ancient murals of soldiers grappling in the circle with weapons on the ground.
The Kik’ina Kir learned the honor of hand to hand combat first, long before wielding a weapon.
On the eastern wall is a shelf filled with scrolls detailing the greatest techniques of the most dominant wrestlers, some of which are thought to have been lost to time.
Studying these scrolls and training with a grappling coach, could help a player learn a wide of array of techniques to be used in battle.
I told Midjourney to make me a wrestler jumping off the top rope. Kinda Mike Haggar vibes.
1/18/23
After I finished yesterday’s room, I saw the news of Jay Briscoe’s tragic passing. Jay, along with his brother Mark, was a part of undoubtedly one of the greatest tag teams in the history of wrestling.
A great deal of wrestling fans never saw the Briscoes, because they were never showcased on a national scale. The WWE infamously said they weren’t “cosmetically pleasing” enough to put on TV, a line Jay used in one of his many great promos.
Despite not making it to the WWE or AEW, the influence of the Briscoes reaches throughout the industry. At this point there are wrestlers who are aping wrestlers who were aping Jay and Mark. Similar to how directors mimicking Brian DePalma, don’t realize they’re mimicking Alfred Hitchcock too.
Jay was only a year younger than me, and he unfortunately was killed in a car accident, while driving his daughters to cheerleading practice. He died instantly. As of this writing his girls are still in the hospital, with one in critical condition.
This is a reoccurring nightmare I’ve had for a long time - that I get into an accident while driving my sons to school, and I can’t help them. It’s unsettling and has lead to more than a few sleepless nights.
So I spent a lot of time thinking about Jay and his family, and ultimately me and my own. Mortality and legacy and all that.
It hasn’t been all depressing, instead I find myself encouraged to be thankful and grateful for everything I’ve done, and every moment I have going forward.
Go hug somebody.
See you tomorrow.
-Jae
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