The Second Iron Dream Tournament is now over.

We would like to thank TMP editor Bill for the international readership & advertising he gave us. This association, along with a few other propositions we received should contribute to export the concept of the Iron Dream Tournament and, why not, make it an international standard for silly sci-fi.

At the origin of this tournament, there was a dream. For we had a dream. An Iron Dream. We made it real. We lived it. It wasn't so difficult : we just had to want it. That Iron Dream we all have, it is now given to everyone to make it real and live it. We just have to want it - but how many of us can really do so ? A gloomy feeling of cowardice and uninventiveness has taken hold of the hearts of the true sons of Pandora and Epimetheus, making them submit to blue-skins, parrot-faces, and various mongrels in red.

Tomorrow, with the international impact of the Iron Dream Tournament, a new dawn will rise : the dawn of the day when True Men driven by True Fanaticism will look up and walk again in Prometheus' footsteps to conquer the sacred fire from mean gods whose power is already collapsing. We had a dream. An Iron Dream. And we passed it on.

Here lies the lucky paradox of the Iron Dream: the more it is shared, the more it grows strong. The Iron our Dream is made of is the hardest, and its hardness, far from declining, will only get harder as others will make the same dream. All over the planet, while we are writing these words, the Men who had lost hope, who thought they were doomed and condemned to wander in the darkness of stupid consumerism and marketing suddenly saw the light of the Great Hyperion glowing again in the Eastern fire we lit, and we are both proud to have modestly contributed to such a wonderful virtuous circle, and harrowed at the immensity of the work we have accomplished and that still is to accomplish. We had a dream ; an Iron Dream. We had the strength to tell the world "Ich Glaube ! Je crois ! I believe !". Through this simple action, we have passed on that dream. We have transmitted it to thousands of True Men throughout the world who were only waiting for a signal to resist the absurdity of a fatality that was a mere superficial illusion, as the fog in the distance seems a brick wall to the honest shipwright, but unveils to whom dares cross it the magnificence of the landscape beyond.

The concept of the Iron Dream Tournament now is no longer ours, and it is with both resignation and an overwhelming joy that we let it soar towards new horizons. We had an iron dream and we have passed it on. It is now up to its new guardians, and to all of us, to make it real.

And to live it.

They just have to want it.