My name is T1 Meteor. I'm honored to stand before you. I'm honored to carry Faker's legacy, and honored to be worthy of the Masters Bangkok Trophy.
Strange, I... feel as if I can see it. I was six, I think, first time i touched a keyboard and mouse. Watched Faker cook, felt his history, holding my brother's hand as we watched Faker diff all those frauds. Where you stand now, I've been more times than i can remember.
I always wanted to be lifted. I was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time the dead lifted me... with their truth. And now I'm here, and I yearn to lift you. Not because i want to shine or even be remembered. It's because i want you to go on. I want VCT APAC to continue. In my waning hours, that's what comforts me most.
But I fear for you. We've been sleeping. We've had each other, our work, our days. We had each other and they left us alone. We kept the trade lane open, and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engine churning, and the moment they pulled away. we forgot them. Because we had each other. But we were sleeping. I've been sleeping. And I've been turning away from the truth I wanted not to face.
There is a wound that won't heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it fraud, and now it's here. It's here and it's not visiting anymore. It wants to stay.
Glucose2 is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we asleep. It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this, if I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be exposing those frauds from the start!
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