The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
Five years is a very long time. Endgame is over. I really don't know what to think about this, even a week later. When I first started Endgame, Robert Cole was really risk adverse...he was really only out for himself. But as he grew, as he started to believe and became invested in things greater than himself. He went from a broken, beaten worthless husk of a man to a self sacrificing warrior literally jumping in front of Death spells to protect his friends every chance he got and taking a "After you take this death, go straight to resurrect" death to stop our final enemy from healing himself. Taking that death can be pointed to as the proudest moment of my LARPing career to date.
Endgame is the first LARP I can ever truly point to and say that I belonged and I am incredibly thankful to be a part of it. It wasn't always a smooth ride, but despite the bumps in the road, I can honestly say that every single event was worth it. Every. Single. One. Endgame was truly a special thing and I will miss it greatly. We may have left Temple, but Temple will never leave us.
Endgame is the first LARP I can ever truly point to and say that I belonged and I am incredibly thankful to be a part of it. It wasn't always a smooth ride, but despite the bumps in the road, I can honestly say that every single event was worth it. Every. Single. One. Endgame was truly a special thing and I will miss it greatly. We may have left Temple, but Temple will never leave us.