EPTI came at a time where the Emperor's chosen and the army of God squared off. I watched the Emperor's children fall not once but twice and I despaired. But, that third encounter... Surrounded by those who shared my passion, we watched through the night. The final battle between the Revolutionist and God himself. We cheered, we groaned, we despaired. Then... we celebrated. That night we watched God fall in one of the most intense matches where everything was on the line. And I felt joy deep down having experienced.
I came at a time where this world was rebuilding. Only to be brought down. I gradually withdrew, knowing the end was coming and there was no way to stop it. But I was there. I was there for the coup de grace. I watched the Almighty who had risen from the depth of hell in the last few years and decisively defeat the Emperor's crowned prince. That was the last moment in this world. Shortly thereafter. I had my own finals to deal with, being in summer school. I could at least take solace that the final I truly cared about went the way I wanted it to go.
I came at a time to hear of its end. But I did not watch it. I know it would not go down in a blaze of glory as it deserved and I did not want to watch it go down otherwise. So it came and went. And that was it.
Or so we all thought. From the ruins of where gods once fought sprung a glimmer of hope. It slowly but surely grew cause of those whose passion had not died. But now... now a blizzard threatens to wipe it away. What is to come we don't know.
But no matter what's to come, Brood War will live forever. Maybe not on the screen, but in our memories and in our hearts.
