Lt. Boxy Angelman
I WILL EAT THIS GAME
Dear Friends Of Kombat,
It saddens me to say that I've decided that ECT 4, as fucking AWESOME as it's going to be/I intend to make it, is going to be my last competitive hurrah for a long time, and for the good of my sanity and the re-construction of my life, I'll be taking a...how do you say..."leave of absence" from the field of battle. While I plan on remaining a mainstay in the MK community, a purveyor of joy and recycled knowledge here on TYM, and will always be keeping up and on and helping do my part to help welcome and refine our new up-and-comers and help make our craft shine like Kung Lao's hat and all that good gravy stuff, the time has come to make like Terry Funk and retire from this stress and frustration inducing life of bloody masochism, forward-thrusting knees, and flying kunais.
It's a choice that's been a long time coming, but I realize more and more as time goes on that this scene is meant to and will be dominated by the mindfucking quantum thinkers and ruthless fighters of the scene who have the time, resources and patience to devote to their commitment and improvement, and I accept this because I watching you guys - some of you whom I'm honored to now be able to call my friends - go to work and fight to the death, and I being a part of this mini-verse and having my own tribe of misfits and maniacs to belong to.
That being said, given the busy schedule I have ahead of me for this summer/the majority of the year, between going back to work (FINALLY), going back to college in the fall, taking care of my love and my little padawan, and hopefully making some use out of my artistic leanings and getting some music on record or writing on a published plane, I really feel like I'd be doing myself and anyone kind enough to care about my conquests an injustice trying to keep on this track when I know I'm not gonna have the means or the mind space to be as good as I know I can be. And anyone who knows me knows that, with the exception of the sanity and happiness of my family, next to nothing in my strange, Boxy life is more important to be than this community, and my dedication to the craft of Kombat, so...it's gonna suck, it's gonna suck something terrible, but I know it's the right move to make. I just felt compelled to put it in writing and air my mind clean of its conflicts.
So on the weekend of the 9'th, for (possibly) the last time, good ol' Boxy's gonna black his nails, lace up his giant pants, put on his warpaint, turn on the camera, and ECT's going to have itself a fucking GRAND ol' time when I come to town...there will be pictures and filming galore as I still plan on making my "Inside The Box" community bio-movie over the course of the summer, there will be money matches wagered over items of a ridiculous and possibly alien nature, there will be insomniac trolling of whatever fast food joints Morristown has to offer, there will be epic hellos and sad goodbyes , and at some point, I will likely find a way to delight the entirety of the MK attendees by ingesting entirely too much alcohol for my own good and playing "Let's Find The Booze Fairy!", and I hope no one will have the conscience to tell me she isn't real and let me go on entertaining in the futile hopes of finding her...and me and you, the glorious warrior friends of Box I arrogantly assume are reading this that will be in attendance, are gonna THROWDOWN (see what I did there?) like never before in the hopes that I can go out in style, and I'm gonna muster every but of bloodthirsty joy, smarts, and corrugation to do all my comrades justice (BY GETTING THAT FUCKING TOP 8 SPOT WHICH I WILL BE GETTING DAMMIT ), by making this - not just for me, but for all my peoples who've made this journey as fucking awesome and life-reaffirming as its been - the single-most epic Kombat-based weekend ever had by a Box.
And then I'm gonna come back in December and win NEC like I promised last year.
That is neither threat, nor promise, but gospel.
Cardboard F'N Gospel.
<3,
Lieutenant Boxy Oleander Of The 333'rd Brigade.