The first-generation greats one by one stepped down from their pedestals, and you were left dazed, then dazed again;
People sang and shouted about the glory of the championship, but you began to miss the year after year of gritted teeth and tear-red eyes...
You lit a cigarette, thinking of playing one more game, but remembered you had to get up early for work tomorrow;
Sighs turned over and over in your gut. You thought, you really wanted to see them fulfill their destinies and ascend to the ranks of the immortals. You wanted it so badly!
Just as you once imagined becoming someone great, escaping the mundane world, and living the life you wanted.
Then, all of it left without warning.
You turned off the lights and got into bed. The IDs lay scattered across the floor.
We are all remnants of an old era. The new era has no great ship capable of carrying us.
The new era’s mighty vessel sails full of glory, while we are left behind on the deserted islands of the old.
