EPTKT_Violet, WuYoungHo, can you hear me
from heaven as I write this?
Because I can't always find the tears
for your absence. Can you hear me?
You had the cutest acne, perfect, soft, 20-year-old
mouth, but your acne always made me feel
like your hyung.
The day I found out about your leukemia
diagnosis I cried my eyes out and had
to go to the psych-hospital.
Because even though you were a celebrity, (With
an all-kill at that!) I know I took a game
off you when you were smurfing on fish:
With my golden-bullet-proxy-hatch ling allin,
And. God, I miss you... I almost feel
that loss to a foreigner ate you up inside....
And a small part of me feels responsible for
your cancer, because (also a little) said that
loss to a foreigner was a failure for your team
And you worked hard for your spot on the Rolster Roster.
Because it was obvious you practiced more than anyone
else. You practiced too hard violet.
Who knows, maybe you were that naughty Korean who
said he liked American girls because they
had big ( . ) ( . ).
Or maybe you were one of the ones who gave
The words of hope in this cold world: yae,
That definitly sounds more your style, lad.
There are only 3 surviving videos and 2 replays
of your amazing style; you poor boy; God, maybe
we had been real-life friends I could
have taught you out of your weak blood, telling
you to take breaks during your 21-hour
practice sessions.
You probably played piano, so you didnt have wrist
injuries like your hyung LeeYoungHo, maybe you
were so desperate to beat that impossible prodigy
you got hurt. You were too gentle to walk into
the hell of 21-hour-marathons of our war game:
You were soft, I wish you had just been in
pediatricians school, and now my heart is
heavy because I know it's impossible to ever
play or even kakaotalk with you. Maybe I will
meet you in heaven and we can do that, that sounds like heaven.
You were so good with corsairs, I remember you squashing
12 overlords against some pro zerg, and the youtube
comment below that simply said "No one can tame the
beast that is violet."
And your game was beastly, but you were too kind
for your own good, so you kept a smiling visage
on even though you were being blood-torne by the
evil that dwells in this world, Violet:
You were too innocent for your own good, all leukemia
(stroke-victims too) are the nicest of peoples:
I bet the birds flocked and prayed at your windowsill.
Gosh, maybe we never did play, but i'd like to believe
we did: Celebrity or not, I consider you my kin.
I blame the KT coaches for letting you work that
hard, (Yeah, I know it's no one's fault, I guess, huh?)
...God help me I hope you're listening.
I blame Flash for giving you an impossible challenge
to consistently beat that boy, but I really don't
because I saw the picture of his tears at
your funeral. God.... Pictures; flowers all over your
picture plaque, because you were as sweet as flowers.
I blame the damned South Korean government for
making the german-herb a capitol crime, you needed
to get high once or twice Violet, but I just know you...
You were a perfect son and would never try street drugs.
You had nice eyes, you didn't need glasses.
I'm mad at you, Violet, because you can never bring
your beauty into my life, ever again, but I'm
more mad at myself for not giving you a big talk
and preempting your blood-sickness, I didn't know
Korean while you were still alive. God... I'm
not crying, but I feel heavy and hollow writing
this. (sorry coach, sorry flash, I'm just venting.)
God dammit Violet! You needed a marlboro!
But you didn't understand that when your Mom
said to never smoke, she secretly thought you
would go sneak a couple with your friends,
I guess you were worried about your health. You needed bisu...
I could have been your bisu, I feel responsible
for this... Maybe you beat me and I called
you a gook and that was what gave you
the cancer.
How do you cut a tumor out of blood? You can't
cure cancer.... I almost want to blame God
because he took you away from us. But your
in his kingdom now. Maybe God sacrificed you
to show me true mourning, I've los ta lot of
loved ones, but a celebrity's death has made
me cry 10x more than them all combined.
(The pictures of your hyungs fruitlessly donating
blood in a vain attempt to cure you.)
We miss you:
Flash misses you, backho misses you, your fangirls
that prayed for you miss you. God... Why did
you have to die, Violet? Hiya misses you, he
regrets beating your carriers with marine-medic,
I'm wagging my finger at you, Violet, you should
have know better than to go carriers against
that turtle. (I hope you are praying for me
and laughing at my ill-timed joke, from heaven.
I do hate how your games are un-find-able, stupid
youtube banned jon747 account and lost that
brilliance, like when you came back from a crippling
blow from Yarnc and somehow cameback
and marched to victory on him, your play was so good.
I wish you could coach me still.
I wonder if Savior misses you, I bet you showed
mercy and forgave him and Luxury, I can tell
you had a big heart. you practiced too hard Violet,
you were too much a of a team player, starcraft
was you relaxation, but you were too young to
know starcraft eats you up.
You were handsome.
You were gosu.
You were kind.
You had a cool handle.
My eyes didn't water once while I wrote this.
But I still cry sometimes when I see rain
falling on the pavement, through a window,
tears-of-happy, because it somehow makes
me feel you're watching over me.
I hope we meet again. I love you.
I will never forget you.
We shared a bond fools wouldn't understand.
May the Lord give you wings and you game
on the cloud seated computer. But for
now we all miss you, except when the rain falls.
poem by James Gade (Kakaotalk:Milkbone1234)
