This one time I went to a masquerade party. I was the only person there who’d actually made their mask. I poured blood, sweat and tears into that thing which totally paid off because I received compliments on how badass it looked all night. During the party, they held several contests: best overall costume, most original, and of course best mask. Turns out that there wasn’t any real competition because the names were just drawn out of a hat. Suffice to say, Luck was not a lady and I was robbed of my crown by some drunk girl who could barely stand up. And although she got to keep the trophy, I’m the one that left with my dignity intact. So I guess everything balanced out really.