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Evo 2012 Moments (by evo2kvids)

This year’s EVO2k… I can’t put it in words, but this video should help you just see how HYPE and just how much fun it was this year. I, real fucking talk right now, wish to do it all over again. I can not wait for 2k13

danyuill:

“Coin Op Eulogy” -  RedRapper

 Its difficult for me describe, the glory, of the world Arcadia
To put it’s majesty, or it’s beauty into words, is an endeavor wrought with adversity, obstruction in the age where men see skies without bounds or borders

If you knew them, these halls would be tragedies,
loneliness, bleeding through their screens

I miss the people that came here, I miss the moments the stayed printed on air and white
the relics and walls that screamed and surrounded us— that they call “old”.

But it’s not, I remember I ran with quarters in my hands, barely enough to keep an hour,
And I’d stay and I’d watch

I went outside, I breathed a little but I’d always come back with five dollars and and token up on the machine,

The people ahead of me were legends they were titans I couldn’t touch them. and theyd looked at me with this look like who the fuck are you?
And when I answered, it didn’t make sense. It never made sense. And I went home, and I wasn’t, a kid anymore. I it… It happened, and I looked out
and I saw these lights, and I saw this eagerness, this hunger, to be more than just a name on a stepping stone— all of a sudden, these people
were the people I loved, and the people I hated, and the home to me that was everything. Nothing else. We all came here, We all stayed here.
We all lived, and died by the fact that we stayed up on the machine. Nobody can understand it- it’s so hard to walk in and think about what was—
and what isn’t— and that’s the tragedy. Is you can’t see it. It’s impossible. Because it’s a relic, and empathy is a figment— but try if you can..
think. where were you, when everything became real— where you grew up. When did you grow up. WHEN WAS THE MOMENT FOR YOU, WHEN REALITY MADE SENSE.
AND TO EVERYBODY IT’S GONE, IT’S CHILDISH— IT WAS NEVER EVEN HERE. AND THEY’RE WRONG

Until, you look closer. And in the night, when the lights go down around the world our lights come up, and the People around us scream, and cry a fervor unbeknownst to any
collisseaum or stage. And you can feel it. Because I put my life into one quarter and three rounds. I marvel at marvels and fight fire with soul. I put everything in the 99 seconds
when a clock says fight and I say where. We don’t go to each others houses, that doesn’t make sense.I come here everyday,
because this is the home, that I remember. This is where life is born, and beauty is understood. And we have been here all along. and every time they say we aren’t loud enough,
we scream a decibal higher. And finally they glance, and hypnotized the stand in the middle of their distinction. ANd it makes sense, Because we are not rome. We did not fall.
Because every hall the bleeds of lonliness feels a spire nobody can ignite a hundred matches. And you ask me what’s important to me. it’s this. It’s Arcadia. Because we didn’t leave.
We grew dark pulled ourselves from shadows. We came from the darkness and defined our renaiissance under a perseverence of insanity. And if you listen, you can hear us burn
the north star, and them look to us as if they knew. If they KNEW who we were. And what we say—

Is that we’re still here.

SONG: The Mighty Rio Grande — This Might Destroy You.