I got a chance to meet some of the most awesome people in the simming community through Gothique. I know it sounds corny and mushy, lol, but it's the truth. I've been lucky enough to connect with some of the most talented, down-to-earth, intelligent, funny, open-minded, and amazing people, and I met them (directly and indirectly) through Gothique. At the risk of sounding corny again, ...well...you have no idea what an impact some of these people have made on my life; my real life, outside of the game and this blog.
Akasha (aka SuicidalSpiders) is one HELLUVA host. Some people hobble together some vapid little uninteresting contest and just BAIL, and some people put together fun, unique, inspiring contests and STILL bail (not talking about real life issues & emergencies -- I'm specifically talking about instances where the host just gets bored and bails). AwesomePhoebe was our other host, and she was upbeat and on time for every single assignment. Both of them judged fairly and gave helpful comments, and they kept the threads alive and light-hearted. I can't thank them enough for hosting such a badass competition.
So to anyone that I met through that contest -- thank you so much for inspiring me, and forcing me to work my ASS off to come up with shots (the hits AND the misses). I'm such an introvert in real life and I don't always make friends easily, so thank you guys for pulling me (kicking and screaming) out of my shell and being real friends & confidants **hugs all around!!!**
This was my final entry for Gothique (the theme was "7 Stages of Grief -- Hope"). I pulled out a win by the skin of my TEETH (Toblie hit it out of the park just about every single time, so this was in no WAY some sort of easy win or blowout). I'm really going to miss it -- but if anyone is interested, Akasha WILL be starting a Cycle #2 soon! (I won't be competing, but I will be guest judging! wootie-wooooo!)
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How audacious to dream and want
The wisest among us understand that
vile beast of Hope
Its mouth agape
hungry for another fool
blind and lost in false belief and faith
Old ones speak of the
That which men hold dearest
naked in the dark
and bitten in cold
at the end of the world with
death's whisper seizing a longing heart
This heinous Hope
not more than a torment of will
Brutal in its affliction
And still it rests here
Another fool drunk in the reverie of
a lovely wish
The gateway beckons
An Eden of promise and desire and
I long to be there
blissful amongst the radiant trees
Drowned in passion and twilight ecstasy
My angel awaits in that Utopia
I know not what lies beyond the
A cold execution..?
A lonely death..?
Torture beyond all knowing..?
Take my hand now in this indigo night
I know not what lies beyond the grey waters...
...but Hope rests here still.
~~~ hugs & noogies ~~~