My Ode to Starcraft, a remix of a Dylan Thomas' classic:
Do not go gentle into that night,
Starcraft should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though gosus at their end know dark is right,
Because their games had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good players, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their APM might have danced in a green bay,
BM, BM against the dying of the light.
Bonjwas who caught and sang the OSL in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave community, near death, which sees with blinding sight
Fingers could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, Starcraft, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
BM, BM against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas, remixed by Snotboogie
I believe we are fortunate to be witnessing the ultimate perfection of play, the pinnacle refinement of strategies, at the very end of this great game. From Boxer to Flash, we have come a full glorious circle. One made the game shine in her youth, and blazing with glory they became one - Boxer was Starcraft and Starcraft was Boxer. The other mastered it, revealed her radiant inner beauty even in her old age, and as faithful companions they will ascend the corridors of our memories together. In between her glorious birth and her elegant exit, she was loved by many, and she loved them all back; for her heart was one of infinite capacity. The fans, the players, the communities. The commentators who praised her glory on the rooftops of our internet. The streamers, the sponsors, the tournament organizers - she has touched us all.
Starcraft, my brothers and sisters, is burning and raving at close of day. She is amazing to watch, like the awesome power of the sun at sunset. Lest we forget.
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