Chapter 2: 002 – SAMSARA
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Just as I took a step away Killian (28) looked up at me like a startled rabbit, "KILL HER,", he roars at the top of his lungs, "FIND HER AND BREAK HER TO PIECES SKIN HER ALIVE AND CRUSH HER BONES AS SHE WATCHES, BURN EVERYTHING SHE LOVES BEFORE HER EYES AND MAKE HER BEG FOR DEATH LIKE A WHORE BEGS FOR A MEN, BEFORE GIVING HER OBLIVION.", a fire as fierce as a hundred suns burned in Kilian's eyes the only times, he gained some clarity was when he spoke of killing her.
Just seconds later though the fire left his eyes and he curled up on his seat begging for Ella to forgive him.
I remember being Killian I wasn't far from the realm of godhood when I took my own life but I still remember how fierce he was in that life I remembered when gods shuddered in fear too afraid to meet my eyes for fear of being burnt to ashes.
I walked all the way to 32 not meeting 29- 31, Killian's death drove them mad so mad that for three lives I took my own life as soon as I could, hoping that the pain of the flesh could balance out the pain of the soul.
Once I finished paying my respects, I went towards my seat with the circle complete, my seat reflected myself like the others seats did, it held storms that tore the sky, it brought stillness that ravaged the ocean and fierceness the razed the lands, ice that burned like fire and space that crumbled into nothingness hence my title Chaos Bringer (The breaker of the natural order).
As soon as I took my seat, with the exception of my demented selves, all those until 17, all eyes focused on my right and to number one's left, it is there that the new seat will arise, risen 34 and in time he would gain a name and title.
He would be the new me, he would be the same only different, it was difficult to explain....
It was the expected occurrence we had grown used to, but we did have another speculation of our own, we learned the plains we were being born to are known as the 33 Neather Heavens.
With each life we were reborn into one of the 33 Neather Heavens/Plains, only two of my selves were different, after 33 lives it could mean our end or the restart of the cycle, that would mean number 1, but we held no expectations of him, his mind was always still so it might be number 2.
We kept our eyes fixed waiting for our new self but we soon began to worry nothing was happening, new life was not taking root and we were not being pushed into a slumber to await rebirth.
"Did we succeed in killing ourselves?", asked one of the demented between fits of laughter, "Or did we mess it up and ended up locking ourselves in here."
"No,", answered the sixth his eye filled with a mad light and his head kept drifting in every direction, ", this is the same thing that happened when Lucian and Kallidin lived, we were cut off from…"
A loud sigh was heard coming from Kallidin both he and Lucian didn't speak much, they didn't experience the torment of the curse like the others did during their lives so they preferred not to interject when they didn't experience the misery themselves you could say that they felt like outsiders to themself which was a very strange feeling.
Even they noticed the oddity of the curse when they took their seats they would give advice to the others on how to court a girl or make a good friend.
But the same acts that could get them to bed a girl would often lead to a girl trying to stab them or an act of sincerity to make a friend would lead to the person developing a sense of anxiety and wariness and an act that would usually lead to slight wariness would lead unprecedented hostility.
It could only be described as a curse, a curse that we discovered in our undying and unchanging soul, and yet with all our knowledge combined we were unable to lift it, there was an oddity to it as if a part was missing, but that was impossible.
At least we all believed that to be true.
---
"The throne is still active.", said Lucian after Kallidin sighed, ", which means that someone can take the throne at any time."
The first 17 all seemed to go still at once asides from Lucian and Kallidin who looked at their stronger selves helplessly as all the demented seemed to foam at the mouth while thinking of taking the throne.
"It's mine.", shouted several at once.
"I deserve it the most,", shouted 14, "I was stronger than all of you if you give me the throne I can become even greater than End."
All the demented shuddered when 14 said that, they knew that End deserved the utmost respect even though they were mad, but when they looked at End, they noticed that he did nothing seemingly not even caring and they all sighed in relief.
"Well, that settles it 14 is absolutely banned from now to eternity if he runs his stupid mouth like that, he'll get us all killed and that would just be embarrassing." Said 6 with a cackle.
"Hey, shut up 6 I'll have you know that every version of me has channeled my mouth when bad-mouthing our enemies because I am truly fearless." Said 14 proudly with a puffed-out chest.
Everyone from 13 to 2 turned at 15 all through to 33 even Talen and End turned their heads away and began whistling refusing to meet the eyes of the demented, earning the hearty chuckles of Lucian and Kallidin, the two of them never held back on their emotions like all the others did as they didn't have to during their lives.
"Well, that settles it all numbers above 13 are banned from taking the throne." Said 6 with another cackle, ", all in favor raise your hand."
14 closed his eyes and smiled smugly he helped all those above him on so many occasions he especially loved telling his enemies how he turned them into cuckolds and how they were raising his children for free, so he naturally thought they would help him and when he opened his eyes, he was startled to see 32 hands raised in the air.
All those from End to Talen didn't care much about the throne and those from 15 – 18 just felt like rolling with it and cast themselves off. "Ah fine whatever but whoever gets the throne shouldn't come running to me to tell our enemies about why their sons and daughters look so good with our eyes.", he grumbled.
"Then it should be me.", cried out the 3-year-old number 2, "I had the shortest life and I have plans.", he began laughing with his whole body.
"Great plans last time I starved, this time I'll make everyone else starve yes, I'll eat all the food before their very eyes and let them beg me for the food, I'll let them watch as I grow fat and they grow thin….hahahahahahahahaha.", a three-year-old laughing like that was enough to make anyone feel their hairs spike up and their bodies shiver but to everyone, it was just another Monday, and this was only the trillionth time they had heard 2's world starvation plan.
It was number 2's solution to all things, if things don't go your way, starve as many people as you can.
"I think 2 needs to be ruled out," said 4 with a fake scholarly vibe around him as he coughed into his fist and then put on a pair of spectacles.
"We have always been men of impeccable style, fitness, and exceptional looks I will not allow us to blow up into a balloon it is preposterous and utterly unacceptable. All in favor of eliminating 2 raise your hand,"
Once more 14 looked around as the hands were raised for a vote, but as he looked around he felt like he had gone mad everyone below 13 aside from Lucian raised their hands he also raised his hands but no one else.
"Have you all gone mad." He cried, ", you won't choose me because of my bad mouth but you on board with galactic starvation across the heavens."
"Oh, of course, they aren't on board with galactic starvation, they all just far too shocked to voice their disagreement." Said a voice that filled the room.
"To shocked! Why the hell would they be to sho…" but as soon as he looked at the source of the voice, he realized it was one he had never heard before one none of them had ever heard before.
14's eyes opened wide as did all the demented their eyes now fixed upon the first seat.
Their prime originator the stillborn in the seat.
"Hi, it's truly lovely to finally be able to speak to all of you, you are all me after all, oh I think that I forgot to say my name.", he smiled and looked around the room.
He was was truly a sight to behold and his seat that had always been dull and lifeless suddenly awoke it appeared as majestic if not more than even the throne.
It looked wide enough to fit a million people yet it appeared tailor-made like a glove crafted specifically for him, it made no sense how could a stillborn child fill a throne that could fit a million people.
He sat with his legs folded and he scanned each of his faces like a king amongst himself.
His silver eyes glowed with majestic silver light and his short silver hair was clearly seen cascading from his head and sweeping all around his seat.
"Hey, first me," number 14 called out, "Are you a girl?", he couldn't help but ask he was struck by the beauty of his living first self, he had never seen such a sight in all his lives.
The first frowned and shook his small head, "I'm almost embarrassed to call you me, why don't you use your eyes before you run your mouth."
Number 14 glanced down at the body of number 1 and noted a special member and sighed in relief, he would have felt all kinds of weird if his first self was a girl.
As he looked on at his new self or rather his oldest self he was certain that many beings would call the very act of looking at his first self, blasphemy if he wasn't cursed. That's how beautiful he was.
"As all of you can probably guess by now, you have lived 33 lives and died, that is who I am, one that even death cannot take for I am Samsara and nothing can hold me not life and certainly not death and that throne is mine so none of you should fuse over it."
"You are all me after all, now then, all in favor of me raise your hand," when he finished speaking a pressure was released by his body, and to the wonder of all, they witnessed an impossible event.
One that would anger the very heavens and in some way their curse made sense with what they had witnessed, the first was certainly a new-born, and yet he was already a god, even they could hardly tolerate it, they had done so much to touch on that peak and yet the first was born there.
And just like that, it was unanimous, and Samara was Risen by 33.
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Just as I took a step away Killian (28) looked up at me like a startled rabbit, "KILL HER,", he roars at the top of his lungs, "FIND HER AND BREAK HER TO PIECES SKIN HER ALIVE AND CRUSH HER BONES AS SHE WATCHES, BURN EVERYTHING SHE LOVES BEFORE HER EYES AND MAKE HER BEG FOR DEATH LIKE A WHORE BEGS FOR A MEN, BEFORE GIVING HER OBLIVION.", a fire as fierce as a hundred suns burned in Kilian's eyes the only times, he gained some clarity was when he spoke of killing her.
Just seconds later though the fire left his eyes and he curled up on his seat begging for Ella to forgive him.
I remember being Killian I wasn't far from the realm of godhood when I took my own life but I still remember how fierce he was in that life I remembered when gods shuddered in fear too afraid to meet my eyes for fear of being burnt to ashes.
I walked all the way to 32 not meeting 29- 31, Killian's death drove them mad so mad that for three lives I took my own life as soon as I could, hoping that the pain of the flesh could balance out the pain of the soul.
Once I finished paying my respects, I went towards my seat with the circle complete, my seat reflected myself like the others seats did, it held storms that tore the sky, it brought stillness that ravaged the ocean and fierceness the razed the lands, ice that burned like fire and space that crumbled into nothingness hence my title Chaos Bringer (The breaker of the natural order).
As soon as I took my seat, with the exception of my demented selves, all those until 17, all eyes focused on my right and to number one's left, it is there that the new seat will arise, risen 34 and in time he would gain a name and title.
He would be the new me, he would be the same only different, it was difficult to explain....
It was the expected occurrence we had grown used to, but we did have another speculation of our own, we learned the plains we were being born to are known as the 33 Neather Heavens.
With each life we were reborn into one of the 33 Neather Heavens/Plains, only two of my selves were different, after 33 lives it could mean our end or the restart of the cycle, that would mean number 1, but we held no expectations of him, his mind was always still so it might be number 2.
We kept our eyes fixed waiting for our new self but we soon began to worry nothing was happening, new life was not taking root and we were not being pushed into a slumber to await rebirth.
"Did we succeed in killing ourselves?", asked one of the demented between fits of laughter, "Or did we mess it up and ended up locking ourselves in here."
"No,", answered the sixth his eye filled with a mad light and his head kept drifting in every direction, ", this is the same thing that happened when Lucian and Kallidin lived, we were cut off from…"
A loud sigh was heard coming from Kallidin both he and Lucian didn't speak much, they didn't experience the torment of the curse like the others did during their lives so they preferred not to interject when they didn't experience the misery themselves you could say that they felt like outsiders to themself which was a very strange feeling.
Even they noticed the oddity of the curse when they took their seats they would give advice to the others on how to court a girl or make a good friend.
But the same acts that could get them to bed a girl would often lead to a girl trying to stab them or an act of sincerity to make a friend would lead to the person developing a sense of anxiety and wariness and an act that would usually lead to slight wariness would lead unprecedented hostility.
It could only be described as a curse, a curse that we discovered in our undying and unchanging soul, and yet with all our knowledge combined we were unable to lift it, there was an oddity to it as if a part was missing, but that was impossible.
At least we all believed that to be true.
---
"The throne is still active.", said Lucian after Kallidin sighed, ", which means that someone can take the throne at any time."
The first 17 all seemed to go still at once asides from Lucian and Kallidin who looked at their stronger selves helplessly as all the demented seemed to foam at the mouth while thinking of taking the throne.
"It's mine.", shouted several at once.
"I deserve it the most,", shouted 14, "I was stronger than all of you if you give me the throne I can become even greater than End."
All the demented shuddered when 14 said that, they knew that End deserved the utmost respect even though they were mad, but when they looked at End, they noticed that he did nothing seemingly not even caring and they all sighed in relief.
"Well, that settles it 14 is absolutely banned from now to eternity if he runs his stupid mouth like that, he'll get us all killed and that would just be embarrassing." Said 6 with a cackle.
"Hey, shut up 6 I'll have you know that every version of me has channeled my mouth when bad-mouthing our enemies because I am truly fearless." Said 14 proudly with a puffed-out chest.
Everyone from 13 to 2 turned at 15 all through to 33 even Talen and End turned their heads away and began whistling refusing to meet the eyes of the demented, earning the hearty chuckles of Lucian and Kallidin, the two of them never held back on their emotions like all the others did as they didn't have to during their lives.
"Well, that settles it all numbers above 13 are banned from taking the throne." Said 6 with another cackle, ", all in favor raise your hand."
14 closed his eyes and smiled smugly he helped all those above him on so many occasions he especially loved telling his enemies how he turned them into cuckolds and how they were raising his children for free, so he naturally thought they would help him and when he opened his eyes, he was startled to see 32 hands raised in the air.
All those from End to Talen didn't care much about the throne and those from 15 – 18 just felt like rolling with it and cast themselves off. "Ah fine whatever but whoever gets the throne shouldn't come running to me to tell our enemies about why their sons and daughters look so good with our eyes.", he grumbled.
"Then it should be me.", cried out the 3-year-old number 2, "I had the shortest life and I have plans.", he began laughing with his whole body.
"Great plans last time I starved, this time I'll make everyone else starve yes, I'll eat all the food before their very eyes and let them beg me for the food, I'll let them watch as I grow fat and they grow thin….hahahahahahahahaha.", a three-year-old laughing like that was enough to make anyone feel their hairs spike up and their bodies shiver but to everyone, it was just another Monday, and this was only the trillionth time they had heard 2's world starvation plan.
It was number 2's solution to all things, if things don't go your way, starve as many people as you can.
"I think 2 needs to be ruled out," said 4 with a fake scholarly vibe around him as he coughed into his fist and then put on a pair of spectacles.
"We have always been men of impeccable style, fitness, and exceptional looks I will not allow us to blow up into a balloon it is preposterous and utterly unacceptable. All in favor of eliminating 2 raise your hand,"
Once more 14 looked around as the hands were raised for a vote, but as he looked around he felt like he had gone mad everyone below 13 aside from Lucian raised their hands he also raised his hands but no one else.
"Have you all gone mad." He cried, ", you won't choose me because of my bad mouth but you on board with galactic starvation across the heavens."
"Oh, of course, they aren't on board with galactic starvation, they all just far too shocked to voice their disagreement." Said a voice that filled the room.
"To shocked! Why the hell would they be to sho…" but as soon as he looked at the source of the voice, he realized it was one he had never heard before one none of them had ever heard before.
14's eyes opened wide as did all the demented their eyes now fixed upon the first seat.
Their prime originator the stillborn in the seat.
"Hi, it's truly lovely to finally be able to speak to all of you, you are all me after all, oh I think that I forgot to say my name.", he smiled and looked around the room.
He was was truly a sight to behold and his seat that had always been dull and lifeless suddenly awoke it appeared as majestic if not more than even the throne.
It looked wide enough to fit a million people yet it appeared tailor-made like a glove crafted specifically for him, it made no sense how could a stillborn child fill a throne that could fit a million people.
He sat with his legs folded and he scanned each of his faces like a king amongst himself.
His silver eyes glowed with majestic silver light and his short silver hair was clearly seen cascading from his head and sweeping all around his seat.
"Hey, first me," number 14 called out, "Are you a girl?", he couldn't help but ask he was struck by the beauty of his living first self, he had never seen such a sight in all his lives.
The first frowned and shook his small head, "I'm almost embarrassed to call you me, why don't you use your eyes before you run your mouth."
Number 14 glanced down at the body of number 1 and noted a special member and sighed in relief, he would have felt all kinds of weird if his first self was a girl.
As he looked on at his new self or rather his oldest self he was certain that many beings would call the very act of looking at his first self, blasphemy if he wasn't cursed. That's how beautiful he was.
"As all of you can probably guess by now, you have lived 33 lives and died, that is who I am, one that even death cannot take for I am Samsara and nothing can hold me not life and certainly not death and that throne is mine so none of you should fuse over it."
"You are all me after all, now then, all in favor of me raise your hand," when he finished speaking a pressure was released by his body, and to the wonder of all, they witnessed an impossible event.
One that would anger the very heavens and in some way their curse made sense with what they had witnessed, the first was certainly a new-born, and yet he was already a god, even they could hardly tolerate it, they had done so much to touch on that peak and yet the first was born there.
And just like that, it was unanimous, and Samara was Risen by 33.
Just as I took a step away Killian 28 looked up at me like a startled rabbit, "KILL HER,", he roars at the top of his lungs, "FIND HER AND BREAK HER TO PIECES SKIN HER ALIVE AND CRUSH HER BONES AS SHE WATCHES, BURN EVERYTHING SHE LOVES BEFORE HER EYES AND MAKE HER BEG FOR DEATH LIKE A WHORE BEGS FOR A MEN, BEFORE GIVING HER OBLIVION.", a fire as fierce as a hundred suns burned in Kilian's eyes the only times, he gained some clarity was when he spoke of killing her. Just seconds later though the fire left his eyes and he curled up on his seat begging for Ella to forgive him. I remember being Killian I wasn't far from the realm of godhood when I took my own life but I still remember how fierce he was in that life I remembered when gods shuddered in fear too afraid to meet my eyes for fear of being burnt to ashes. I walked all the way to 32 not meeting 29- 31, Killian's death drove them mad so mad that for three lives I took my own life as soon as I could, hoping that the pain of the flesh could balance out the pain of the soul. Once I finished paying my respects, I went towards my seat with the circle complete, my seat reflected myself like the others seats did, it held storms that tore the sky, it brought stillness that ravaged the ocean and fierceness the razed the lands, ice that burned like fire and space that crumbled into nothingness hence my title Chaos Bringer The breaker of the natural order. As soon as I took my seat, with the exception of my demented selves, all those until 17, all eyes focused on my right and to number one's left, it is there that the new seat will arise, risen 34 and in time he would gain a name and title. He would be the new me, he would be the same only different, it was difficult to explain.... It was the expected occurrence we had grown used to, but we did have another speculation of our own, we learned the plains we were being born to are known as the 33 Neather Heavens. With each life we were reborn into one of the 33 Neather Heavens/Plains, only two of my selves were different, after 33 lives it could mean our end or the restart of the cycle, that would mean number 1, but we held no expectations of him, his mind was always still so it might be number 2. We kept our eyes fixed waiting for our new self but we soon began to worry nothing was happening, new life was not taking root and we were not being pushed into a slumber to await rebirth. "Did we succeed in killing ourselves?", asked one of the demented between fits of laughter, "Or did we mess it up and ended up locking ourselves in here." "No,", answered the sixth his eye filled with a mad light and his head kept drifting in every direction, ", this is the same thing that happened when Lucian and Kallidin lived, we were cut off from" A loud sigh was heard coming from Kallidin both he and Lucian didn't speak much, they didn't experience the torment of the curse like the others did during their lives so they preferred not to interject when they didn't experience the misery themselves you could say that they felt like outsiders to themself which was a very strange feeling. Even they noticed the oddity of the curse when they took their seats they would give advice to the others on how to court a girl or make a good friend. But the same acts that could get them to bed a girl would often lead to a girl trying to stab them or an act of sincerity to make a friend would lead to the person developing a sense of anxiety and wariness and an act that would usually lead to slight wariness would lead unprecedented hostility. It could only be described as a curse, a curse that we discovered in our undying and unchanging soul, and yet with all our knowledge combined we were unable to lift it, there was an oddity to it as if a part was missing, but that was impossible. At least we all believed that to be true. --- "The throne is still active.", said Lucian after Kallidin sighed, ", which means that someone can take the throne at any time." The first 17 all seemed to go still at once asides from Lucian and Kallidin who looked at their stronger selves helplessly as all the demented seemed to foam at the mouth while thinking of taking the throne. "It's mine.", shouted several at once. "I deserve it the most,", shouted 14, "I was stronger than all of you if you give me the throne I can become even greater than End." All the demented shuddered when 14 said that, they knew that End deserved the utmost respect even though they were mad, but when they looked at End, they noticed that he did nothing seemingly not even caring and they all sighed in relief. "Well, that settles it 14 is absolutely banned from now to eternity if he runs his stupid mouth like that, he'll get us all killed and that would just be embarrassing." Said 6 with a cackle. "Hey, shut up 6 I'll have you know that every version of me has channeled my mouth when bad-mouthing our enemies because I am truly fearless." Said 14 proudly with a puffed-out chest. Everyone from 13 to 2 turned at 15 all through to 33 even Talen and End turned their heads away and began whistling refusing to meet the eyes of the demented, earning the hearty chuckles of Lucian and Kallidin, the two of them never held back on their emotions like all the others did as they didn't have to during their lives. "Well, that settles it all numbers above 13 are banned from taking the throne." Said 6 with another cackle, ", all in favor raise your hand." 14 closed his eyes and smiled smugly he helped all those above him on so many occasions he especially loved telling his enemies how he turned them into cuckolds and how they were raising his children for free, so he naturally thought they would help him and when he opened his eyes, he was startled to see 32 hands raised in the air. All those from End to Talen didn't care much about the throne and those from 15 18 just felt like rolling with it and cast themselves off. "Ah fine whatever but whoever gets the throne shouldn't come running to me to tell our enemies about why their sons and daughters look so good with our eyes.", he grumbled. "Then it should be me.", cried out the 3-year-old number 2, "I had the shortest life and I have plans.", he began laughing with his whole body. "Great plans last time I starved, this time I'll make everyone else starve yes, I'll eat all the food before their very eyes and let them beg me for the food, I'll let them watch as I grow fat and they grow thin.hahahahahahahahaha.", a three-year-old laughing like that was enough to make anyone feel their hairs spike up and their bodies shiver but to everyone, it was just another Monday, and this was only the trillionth time they had heard 2's world starvation plan. It was number 2's solution to all things, if things don't go your way, starve as many people as you can. "I think 2 needs to be ruled out," said 4 with a fake scholarly vibe around him as he coughed into his fist and then put on a pair of spectacles. "We have always been men of impeccable style, fitness, and exceptional looks I will not allow us to blow up into a balloon it is preposterous and utterly unacceptable. All in favor of eliminating 2 raise your hand," Once more 14 looked around as the hands were raised for a vote, but as he looked around he felt like he had gone mad everyone below 13 aside from Lucian raised their hands he also raised his hands but no one else. "Have you all gone mad." He cried, ", you won't choose me because of my bad mouth but you on board with galactic starvation across the heavens." "Oh, of course, they aren't on board with galactic starvation, they all just far too shocked to voice their disagreement." Said a voice that filled the room. "To shocked! Why the hell would they be to sho" but as soon as he looked at the source of the voice, he realized it was one he had never heard before one none of them had ever heard before. 14's eyes opened wide as did all the demented their eyes now fixed upon the first seat. Their prime originator the stillborn in the seat. "Hi, it's truly lovely to finally be able to speak to all of you, you are all me after all, oh I think that I forgot to say my name.", he smiled and looked around the room. He was was truly a sight to behold and his seat that had always been dull and lifeless suddenly awoke it appeared as majestic if not more than even the throne. It looked wide enough to fit a million people yet it appeared tailor-made like a glove crafted specifically for him, it made no sense how could a stillborn child fill a throne that could fit a million people. He sat with his legs folded and he scanned each of his faces like a king amongst himself. His silver eyes glowed with majestic silver light and his short silver hair was clearly seen cascading from his head and sweeping all around his seat. "Hey, first me," number 14 called out, "Are you a girl?", he couldn't help but ask he was struck by the beauty of his living first self, he had never seen such a sight in all his lives. The first frowned and shook his small head, "I'm almost embarrassed to call you me, why don't you use your eyes before you run your mouth." Number 14 glanced down at the body of number 1 and noted a special member and sighed in relief, he would have felt all kinds of weird if his first self was a girl. As he looked on at his new self or rather his oldest self he was certain that many beings would call the very act of looking at his first self, blasphemy if he wasn't cursed. That's how beautiful he was. "As all of you can probably guess by now, you have lived 33 lives and died, that is who I am, one that even death cannot take for I am Samsara and nothing can hold me not life and certainly not death and that throne is mine so none of you should fuse over it." "You are all me after all, now then, all in favor of me raise your hand," when he finished speaking a pressure was released by his body, and to the wonder of all, they witnessed an impossible event. One that would anger the very heavens and in some way their curse made sense with what they had witnessed, the first was certainly a new-born, and yet he was already a god, even they could hardly tolerate it, they had done so much to touch on that peak and yet the first was born there. And just like that, it was unanimous, and Samara was Risen by 33.
