The Eschaton debacle — "It’s not a lob. It flies…"
It’s not a lob. It flies straight as if shot from a rifle and strikes Ann Kittenplan right in the back of the head with a loud thock. […] No Eschaton Combatant has ever intentionally struck another Combatant’s physical person with a 5-megaton thermonuclear weapon. No matter how frayed players’ nerves, it’s never made a lick of sense. A Combatant’s megatonnage is too precious to waste on personal attacks outside the map. It’s been like this unspoken but very basic rule.
Context
Eleven-year-old Evan Ingersoll, having game-theoretically concluded that IRLIBSYR's only winning move is wrecking the peace summit, fires a warhead point-blank into Kittenplan's skull. The lob — the game's whole representational flight-path — is abandoned for ballistics, and the narration immediately names what broke: an unspoken rule that persons are "outside the map."