EPTAnyway. I got a fucking awesome package today. My mom had told me that she was sending something, so when I saw the email that the front desk of my dorm was holding something for me, I natural assumed that it had arrived. I was slightly confused when I was not handed a package, but a brown envelope, only just too big to fit in the normal mail slot. Out of the corner of my eye i noticed some Asian characters, and thought that the penmanship looked like my old bosses (I used to work at a Chinese restaurant, and my boss had moved here from China). Tax day in America is soon, (or might have passed, I'm not sure, don't have a job now that I moved away for college), so this was probably just a W-2 form for the last month I worked there. But upon further inspection, I read that the return address was from South Korea and I, as a white guy who knows no one there, was once again I was stumped. Then I remembered back, to a long time ago....
Feburary 10th to be exact, to this blog, where some lucky bastard got an SKT shirt. They thanked lilsusie for sending the shirt, and she said that she was glad that someone finally got it, it was just lying around with a few bunkie plushies and some postcards signed by oov and best.
"HOLY FUCK OOV AND BEST?!? You mean the most awesome person playing the game and the most awesome person to have ever played the game?!?!" immediately ran through my head. And then when she said that she was trying to get rid of them, I couldn't ask fast enough. After a brief back and forth through PM's, she said that when she was ready to ship them, she would give me her paypal account, and I could reimburse her for the shipping. But days became weeks became months with no word, and I assumed that I was too late, and they had all been distributed to SKT fans around the world, as time passed, I slowly forgot about it.
Until today, when the wave of excitement previously gone hit me like the first 6 carriers hits an unsuspecting terran. After realizing what this might be, I rushed to the elevators, and after the longest 11 story ride of my live, I could finally open the simple package. As I slid it out, 16 familiar faces greeted me, covered by his name
Choe Yun Sung
Or at least that what I think it says, it’s all scribbles
A grin, nay, quite possibly the biggest grin took over my face, as if I just used stop lurkers to kill 2 control groups, but better. I was lucky that my roommate had headphones on, as I probably let out some sequels of delight that would have crippled my manhood. Although I was presented with an immediate problem, what do I do with it? I can't just leave out something so awesome that will almost definitely be crunched, or spilled on, but I certainly can’t just tuck it away, it must be seen by me every time my eyes stray room my monitor, as a constant reminder to hit the "d" key. I can't buy a frame, because I am only living on campus for 6 more weeks, and home is 2000 miles away. Solution:![[image loading]](http://imgur.com/Usk0g.jpg)
Cannibalize a binder, stick the picture between the cardboard and clear plastic, and tack it to the wall. It now proudly sits on top of by patriot's flag, and my roommate's poster for some band I've never heard of. Dark side of the moon? or Pink Floyd maybe? He said the name once, but i forget. I don't know, but whoever they are, they are nothing compared to the bonjwa. Sorry about the low quality, I turned around my laptop to use the web cam, and its hard to aim
I can name 8 of the players. fantasy, bisu, best, s2, gorush, midas, canata, and bunkie. The other ones are hard because he scribbled over the faces of b teamers. One looks like hoejja, was he ever on SKT? I'll figure them all out eventually. If I wasn't so ecstatic right now, I would be a little disgusted that I let the package sit at the desk for the day.
This is 1 part brag blog to about 6 parts thank you. Thank you so much lilsusie! I wish I could articulate it better. I will say though that I was pulled away in the middle of writing this to go to a team meeting where one of my teammates was very angry that something wasn't done right (not my fault btw). The entire two hours of her fuming I could do nothing but sit there with a stupid grin on my face that a tangible piece of what I love so much will be staring me in the face when I got back, and for the foresee able future. Thank you once again.
Still never even paid you.
