It is like a fine wine on the tounge, a delcious taste accompanied by an intoxiating aroma. It clouds the mind in a fog of bliss that can draw in anybody.

Of course, this is the blitzkrieg of emotions known as victory. I recently felt this landslide of feelings as I WON THE PAINTING COMPETITION.

Originally, I would have been happy about just beating that one kid, even if I didn't place. However, such a change! Against nine other single miniatures, all painted by adults (the kid was in the youngbloods, but it was obvious that I would have beat him), I stood terrified. My entry into the squadrons ending in second, nothing new, but I felt amazingly depressed. I was afraid that I wouldn't do well, etc.

Anywho, my terrified feelings aside, the manager announced that it was time for the final judging, the real challenge, the single miniatures contest. He went on aobut how hard it was to choose one, and I was clutching my imperial aquilla as hard as I could, my knuckles white. And then it came, "but the winner, for a beautiful model and brilliantly done non-metallic metal, The winner is (name deleted by =][!!!"

I had to force my hand from the aquilla, and I felt the blood rushing to my head. Emperor Damnit, I WON!!!!! I got a nice round of aplause, and I kept thanking people over and over for all he congradulations. For the rest of the day I was giddy to the sky, and I still am today.

I belive in miracles now, that I won. Ohhhhh yeah....

Lauda Imperialis Corperalis