It's the moment you've all been waiting for! Who won the Bloodborne Face Your Fear competition? Who won our two PlayStation 4 consoles? Find out inside!
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And The Winner Is...
Sooo… Being the little miscreant I was in my early youth.
My brother and I thought it was a brilliant idea to hide inside a coffin while our parents were sorting out a coffin for our deceased grandfather.
As we laid inside the coffin giggling like a bunch of twats, waiting to scare any passer-by who would dare approach the coffin.
Little did we know, like the little miscreants we were. That the coffin we went in could only be opened from the outside and we thought we were doomed to be buried alive inside the coffin in a graveyard (How’d that happen from a coffin in a shop eludes me now but…). But as a child, your imagination runs wild (It doesn’t help when you watch MA15+ horror movies but hey, I’m sure we all didn’t give a damn about rules back then).
Though out parents were incredibly furious when they found us (More about us damaging property than our well-being.), we were gloriously saved by the shopkeeper opening up the casket. He was like Asian Jesus with a basket of puppies and kittens.
Till this day. Whenever I see coffins… Oh wait, I avoid those areas like the plague.
Swedishspecs wins the following:
— A Glacier White PlayStation 4 console plus Bloodborne Nightmare Edition — We will be recording Swedishspecs facing his fear: being buried alive. Oh dear. This is going to be brutal. — One double pass to Kotaku’s Bloodborne launch event in Sydney (travel costs not included).
My fear, my truest fear, was never doing anything in my life of any worth. Of never amounting to anything. Of never being of any impact on anyones life. Of my son growing up and saying, when I pass ‘Yeah, he was my Dad, but he was noone special.’ My fear, is to be forgotten with time by the ones I love like so many before me and so many after me will be. I don’t need to be remembered as a statue, I don’t need to be remembered in song, I just need to be remembered in the minds of those who love me, but at a certain point in my life, I was noone, I was a bad father, I had done nothing and my fear was as alive as it had ever been.
So I sought to conquer that fear and destroy it.
I looked at my fitness as a start, something I’ve always battled, I didn’t want to die by 40, I was obese. I was overweight, so I took control of my epilepsy medication, no longer letting it control me. I got off it and onto a different kind. I got energy back, slowly. I was sick for around 3 months. I was on the toilet regularly, I was barely eating. I went down from 150 to 130 just being sick all the time. If I wasn’t vomiting I was on the loo going out the other end. That was me, for three months. It was a nightmare. In that time, I was at Tafe full time as well, trying to take control of my mind. Trying to learn something.
After three months, I finally felt better, no longer a trainwreck. I suddenly had energy, so I started at a karate club. I was fitter, it was gruelling to begin with but it worked for me. I was dropping weight. My fear of being dead by 40 pushed that age back to 50. I wanted it to go further. So I pushed myself. By mid 2010 I was down to 120 kilos. I started fighting in tournaments. I won a few rounds, came 3rd, 2nd but never first. That didn’t matter. I had my eye on the end of the year, I wanted to go to Sydney, to compete in the Nationals, the NAS National All Styles in Sydney. I trained my ass off, suddenly I was getting a LOT fitter. My fears were pushed right back, I was where I wanted to be, my weight dropped right off. I was 110 and feeling awesome. Pilates 4 times a week, training twice. I wasn’t working but I was getting myself back into shape.
December came around, I was now working full time for a private school in IT, but I travelled to Sydney. My fears kicked in again. I had to fight infront of thousands of people. Thousands. Out on a mat, I fought in continuous fighting, I got beaten, infront of thousands, but the fear was gone. I did it. I conquered it. I came back the next day hungrier than anyone in that damn place to succeed… why? My girlfriend rang me at 7am that day, told me she was leaving me (no shit), told me were done.
I walked in furious. I had point sparring to go. I tore through every opponent like a hot knife through butter, my fear was replaced with rage. I got through everyone, 5 competitors, only to face off against a great friend from ATA Tae Kwon Do. My rage subsided. We faced off, two friends, I didn’t care if I won. I’d done it. From nothing, to national champion in one year. When it finished, 8 points to 11, he won. But I was now 2nd best in Australia in my division. I almost burst into tears at conquering everything I had that year.
Skip forward a year and a half. That gf and I had gotten back together only to split. I still feared not making my mark on the world in any noteable way. I feared not being good enough for my son. So I enrolled in the APT course at MSIT at Yeeronga. I cruised through my Year 12, when I was IN year 12, I got an OP of 25. After 9 months of attending every single week without fail, I walked out with an OP of 2. I was heading to Uni.
I don’t need to tell you, at 35 years of age, the prospect of Uni didn’t just inspire fear? It filled me with TERROR.
But I’ve done it. I sit here, in my third year, my Bachelor of Education. I’m heading into being an English and History teacher. I’m damn good too. Because every fear I have, I seek to conquer and kill, and I bloody well tell my students the same. Every year, I tell my prac students, FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real. This is something my Shihan told me, because when you put your mind to it, there’s nothing you can’t conquer.
Just an ammendment. I started having chest pains around December last year, I feared the worst being 37. I was worried it was the end for me, I had gotten huge. It mortified me I could leave this earth. Since I’d started Uni I’d gotten complacent, my training had dropped off and I’d gotten slack, putting weight back on. So I needed to face it. I hauled my ass to the doctors, I let him berate me for letting myself get this way (I needed to hear it, and he’s a friend) and I dedicated myself to getting better. So, I started changing my eating patterns. Soon after, I started walking. Since mid January, I’ve dropped around a fair bit, I want to keep that to myself but it’s a decent bit of weight (I’ve learnt the mistake of putting numbers out there, what it can do to demotivate me). Here’s a pic of my progress:
Also note how the jolly fat man gets unhappier as he’s losing weight :P lol And yeah, I know I’m ugly :P
But seriously, I conquered that fear, through instilling the fear of leaving this earth, leaving my son and not being around to see him grow up. Seeing all the events in his life. Potentially a little selfish maybe, but I want to be there for him.
Right now, my mentors are proud of me, my parents, my instructor, my friends and everyone is proud of me… but most importantly, my son is proud of me. I’ll keep going and doing my best.
Because what I truly fear, is letting him down, and I can’t ever do it, because the day I truly do that, it’s all over. It ain’t funny, but it’s true.
Weresmurf wins the following:
— A Glacier White PlayStation 4 console plus Bloodborne Nightmare Edition — One double pass to Kotaku’s Bloodborne launch event in Sydney (travel costs not included).
My fear, one I’ve had since I was 6, is of aliens. Not just any aliens, but the iconic tall, grey, big eyed aliens that abduct you and do strange things to your unmentionables. It’s a dumb, irrational fear of something totally made up, but it’s seriously something that haunted me for years. Even now if I wake up halfway through the night, and my brain decides to be a particular bastard at the time, then I’ll start having paranoid thoughts suspecting any tiny sound I hear of being an actual alien just standing in the corner of my room, waiting for me to turn around and spot it.
It’s been a long time, but I can remember the EXACT moment this fear was established. I was in a Village cinema with my parents around 1989, sitting through trailers and about to watch a movie. No idea what movie we were actually there to see but it didn’t matter in the end, because what came up during the trailer roll was a single still advertising the movie Communion (with Christopher Walken, holy shit!). It wasn’t even a trailer, it was just a single still of the film’s title, accompanied by an image of a terrifying, pale, big-eyed, tiny mouthed lump of pure nightmare fuel (by the way, I hope whoever queued that up before a kids film is getting a serious karma-kick to the balls right about now).
The thing is, at the time I had absolutely no reaction to the image. I just stared at it silently, letting it seep into my subconscious until it was gone, and we went on the watch the movie. It was only later that night that I was finally in bed that it came back to me. A nightmare that still remains so vivid to me today where there was absolutely nothing, pure blackness, a void. Then out of the void, a face appeared. THAT FACE. It was all I could see, silently staring at me, almost smirking. It didn’t move, it didn’t do or say anything, but something about it felt so unnatural and sinister that I was paralysed with terror. As expected I woke up, lost my shit and ran to my parents. That nightmare ended then, but ever since it’s been a true mission to stop myself from cautiously looking down dark alleys, into shadowed corners and dark rooms with a cold sweat, half expecting that bastard face to be in the darkness, silently looking back at me.
I have the strangest fear which is really embarrassing, so much so that few people (luckily) know it. My greatest fear is snails. I don’t know what it is about them but the thought of making contact with a snail makes my body tense up. I hate going to the mailbox, because on a few occasions I have picked up a letter, turned it over, only to find a snail about a millimeter away from my finger. It isn’t really inhibiting my way of living, but I fear one day one of my mates will learn of my fear and continue to fuck with me for the foreseeable future.
I’m not really too sure what started my fear of snails, but back when I was very young, I lived in a house that had an outhouse. I remember the backyard crawling with the monsters and being too scared to use the toilet. More recently I read the manga ‘Uzumaki’ which had some people turn into snails. The notion of this still haunts me today, and every time I see a snail in the backyard or mailbox, I am reminded of the manga and am almost paralyzed with fear.
In order to overcome the fear I think I would have to make some intentional contact with snails, but really… I’d be happy to settle for second place.
My fear is (I kid you not): airplane toilets !!!!
It all started in my younger rebellious years. I used to travel overseas frequently back when I was living in China in the South East Asian regions. Nature called during my the flight to Singapore, so I triumphantly ran to the onboard toilets, dodging flight attendants and other passengers (by the way it was my first time I went to the toilets alone). So I did my business and pressed the button that flushed the toilet. I expected a normal low to mid-volume "Phlushhhh" sound, like how it sounds at home" but instead a monstrous high pitched PHLUSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! came out of the urine and feces transporter. It sounded like a dam exploded and as if it was trying to suck the whole airplane into its tiny blackhole. Even when I put the toilet cover down it sounds the same but a bit muffled but still menacing.
I want to overcome because I can't hold it in for an 4 hour flight (if I do my bladder will burst like Abe Simpsons'). I also don't want to make a scene by running out screaming from the airplane toilets on my next flight. I also don't want to let it mellow if its yellow - especially not on an airplane toilet.
So please Kotaku and Mark Serrels pimp my fear!
All three receive the following: — Bloodborne Standard Edition. — One double pass to Kotaku’s Bloodborne launch event in Sydney (travel costs not included).
The remaining 15 double passes go to...
dnr Sciencejayz Alex Without His Pants Yumpy sunsoar bctalk circusgypsy nexis01 Gorath44000 bodmaniac Simeon TranqWill cookienut skeelsyshoota mrshipwreck
Thanks to every one who took the time to enter! We'll be in contact with the winners soon to sort out your prizes!
I can't wait to bury someone alive!