by Vladimir on Mon Nov 29, 2010 11:38 pm
I've been playing with Marot since I started here, which by now is almost a decade ago. Whenever we played together there was about an 80% chance Kain would walk away with a broken nose... that was how we liked it. He was also easily the first person here who became more to me than just 'someone else I play this game with'. While we'd be spitting in each-others bloodied faces IC we'd be yacking in ooc or PM about whatever wizened, nerdy, or semi-retarded thing was on our minds. We'd act like we were the only Canadians in channel, and jokingly look down our noses at the poor american masses.
We didn't talk as much in the last couple of years, and we next to never played together anymore. I hope he knew that he was my friend... that as much as a person can be knowing him in the limited way that I did, I was behind him. I hope I never gave him any reason to think otherwise.
It never failed that every time I logged on and he was there, he'd 'bellow' out the same elongated greeting, and I'd make the same dumb reply. It's never going to happen again, at least not the way that it should... but I'll remember it, and him, for as long as I'm able.
This ones for you, buddy.
MAHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU....
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!
Full fathom five thy father lies; of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, but doth suffer a sea- change into something rich and strange. Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong, Hark! Now I hear them, - Ding-dong, Bell.