It's the End - Posted Saturday, 12th December 2015 by Grendel_Man

With that...the CCSF 2015 is now officially over.

Truth be told, I was awfully pessimistic about the chances of this year having a CCSF. No one seemed to be talking about it. It took five months before I decided to take the matter into my own hands.

And despite having to delay the festival twice due to both my own laziness and a few technical issues...I'm happy with how it all came together. There were tough times, but in the end it proved to be a fun ride.

Chances are I'll never coordinate another CCSF, but in this short time I hope I managed to be an acceptable coordinator and made a CCSF that everyone enjoyed to some degree.

Of course, it wasn't just me. If it weren't for the lot of you, there wouldn't be a CCSF at all. In fact, I think everyone who helped out deserves a special mention....

Creatures Community Spirit Festival 2015 Credits

Coordinator: Grendel Man
Website Hosting: Don (Special Mention to Rascii)
Banner Artwork: Mea
Community Wolfling Run Hosting: KittyTikara

Contributors (in no particular order):
Allekha
Ylukyun
C1anddsaddict
Laura
GimmeCat
SpaceShipRat
Arnout
Malkin
Haven
TrellyDawn
Shinjibuki
Dragoler
Cerulean Silver
Layla
NimhsLab
Shoy

And finally, thank YOU reader for being here. Even if you didn't submit anything, the fact that you're here means a lot.

With that, I'll end things off with the final submission. Here's a poem written by Shoy!

Rustling beneath the undergrowth,
Something faint but living stirs.
It seems unable to carry on,
Until the oddest thing occurs.

Born inside the subtle breeze,
A cheer, then laughter, calls.
The half-dead creature lifts its head,
And into the sunshine crawls.

And then it saunters, forging on;
Then it runs, it leaps, it sprints.
It slows down once it gets halfway,
But hasn't lost speed since.

The creature finds a carnival:
The place from which the laughter came.
Jaunty music loudly sung;
Some food, a prize, a game.

But when, at night, the party ceased,
The folk had one concern:
The next day a new face might come;
The old might not return.

But there is just one little thing,
The creature does realise.
Even if the people change,
The spirit never dies.

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