Alright, so here's my entry. I'm hoping the thought that I put into this photo will make up for the quality. I only have access to my Macbook's webcam (phone camera sucks and I don't have an official camera), so here it is.
Those who know at least a little about HMS should understand the pain I endured to have an object of this photo, especially if it's your only one and you're on a tight, tight budget. The RC break occurred in February, FYI, and I relate it to an amputation or serious injury that a soldier might receive in battle. Although the legs (RC) have been amputated, there are still pieces of weaponry left in Wolborg MS from enemy MFB forces, like (Mass) Killer Beafowl's built-in shuriken (UW145). The background is pure white to resemble a hospital bed, and there are tears on the sheets from maybe some family member or a close friend who was crying over Wolborg MS. Someone has thoughtfully left a few flowers by Wolborg's bedside.
Wolborg MS was truly a driving force behind HMS, and its mere presence changed the game as it swept aside near-everything in its path. Just owning one made you a blader to look out for, and if used right practically guaranteed victory. My own Wolborg MS fought many battles and even defeated some MFB. It broke when it KOed a Basalt Horogium. The force of the break sent Wolborg leaning in one direction very quickly, knocking the Basalt down. Then Wolborg went super-aggro and KOed Basalt, but by then it stopped spinning and half of the RC's tip was disintegrated. The other half is seen in the photo.
I hope that people will like this photo for the meaning and complexity of the photo and not for flashy special effects or high quality pictures that others have (no pointing fingers here, this is an anonymous statement). This idea was created in consideration of recent terror attacks, shootings, and the ongoing violence that occurs all around the world, and my heart goes out to the families of those who are fighting for what they believe in or families who have experienced unjust loss and suffering.
Wolborg MS is truly a fallen hero and it deserves every ounce of respect that it was given. I'm proud to have started blading during the era of HMS, and be able to own and win with my Wolborg.
RIP Wolborg. I will get another one.
P.S.: Since I live in EST, 59 minutes remain...
"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook." But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere."
-Anton Ego/Peter O'Toole (1932-2013)