Report on the Miss Gamer Final. Photos, letters, something there
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So, there was a time to cast a shadow on the fence. We were kept from cosplay photos, we weren’t shown living participants, we weren’t told the truth. But now... now I've seen everything and I won’t be silent, mwa-ha-ha! Essentially, here’s a report on Miss Gamer through my eyes. There will be positivity and photos. Lots of photos, and many-many letters. I’ll say in advance: overall, I’m satisfied. And now, in order, let’s go through what it was like in the end. Don’t look for criticism here, I'll shove that into another post if it becomes relevant.

First of all, I warn you: the report is lengthy, it needs to be read. If you're just here for the photos, scroll further, everything is under spoilers.

PART ONE. AND THE HOLIDAY WAS JUST HEATING UP..

The scene before the events started.

I don’t know how it was for others, but for me the Miss Gamer contest started somewhat tangibly with the trip for tickets. On March 14, an otherwise unremarkable Monday, Ever and I agreed to walk around the center and spend some money. I mean, to go to the Gamer's office and pay our hard-earned money for seated places in the club. Because sitting, as the captain suggests, is still better than standing, leaning against walls, railings, and other solid surfaces. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out to sit in the office, chat, and tell stories: the valiant admin was neck-deep in work, occasionally distracted by cookies. So, Ever and I decided to keep a low profile and quickly left to our burrows.

Then the days flew by at the speed of sound. Reports sprouted up like mushrooms after rain, we were teased with new photos, and I gradually lost track of whom to root for. If at the very beginning of the contest I was rooting for the red-haired sorceress Mila (Homefront) with all my might, by the end almost everyone joined her... including the charming curly-haired Zhenya (Seventh Element) and Yulia (Aika), who looked just enviable in photos. I voted almost always for Mila and once - for Zhenya.

The closer we got to the date X, the more passions flared. By the 25th, revelations and denials had accumulated into a substantial political campaign. Here something was bought, there something was grasped, every other moment scandals, intrigues, and unveiling of secrets. By the very end, only the lazy had not uncovered secrets; local Sherlocks scrutinized most of the participants, and I can hardly imagine in what condition the girls were themselves. I was eagerly awaiting the resolution, imagining how everything would unfold in the finale.

On the Day of Great Passion, Ever and I agreed to meet at the club and take our seats. As it usually happens with me, the plan collapsed when we decided to go