Today, I came to the Korean Embassy, got my passport, and saw that I had been denied my tourist visa to get that taste of being at the end of all things. Denied of that last chance I should have taken way before.
Now I can't be there to see BW's culminating point. The last time that we will see a Starleague winner kiss the trophy. That moment when one story-line wraps up for the ages. The point at which a legacy will truly end.
Whether it is the Chicken Feet Zerg who finally comes into his own and banishes the shadow of a soulkey, showing he is ZerO to none.
Whether the Dragon rises once again in a Jangbang and proves that the Legend of the Fall is not a fluke.
Whether the Crown Prince finally proves to one and all that he is indeed worthy to sit on the throne of champions and not just a mere Terrorist to mortals.
Whether it is the Ultimate Weapon terminating everything along its path to impress on one and all that he is indeed God.
I will not be there in body. I will be at home, nursing a bottle of Soju, eating some Nongshim ramen and bawling my eyes out once a champion is crowned.
But I will be there in spirit.
And so will everyone who has ever loved this game of ours. This undying passion will always be there in some form, striving for that moment of perfection. We will endure, awaiting that eternal spring when our passion will show the world that we should not have been forgotten and discarded like a useless trinket. We will be waiting.
Fellow Brood Warriors, may you drink, be merry, and savor the experience of a Starleague Finals for me. That is all I ask of you.