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Brings me Great Sorrow to Report This How does one begin. June 15, 2002, will be a day that RSF will never forget? Words, are trivial things when considered by themselves. But what are they when its the only thing you have? We go through our real lives meeting new people everyday. Some of these people grow to become are friends, enemies, families, loved ones and some just keep going. This is the expected course of life. But, whatif you never met that person you call a friend? Whatif the only contact you have with that person is a daily message board, chats on some type of internet messenger system, hours spent playing the same games against or with each other. Mutiplied by days, then weeks and finally months. What do you call this? Do you dare call this friendship? Knowing full well people in your real life well likely think you are odd. Afterall, how can you call someone a friend if you have never met them? Today it is my sad duty to report, we have lost a friend. During the early part of this year, RSF_RS_Zjon1 took leave from RSF to undertake what we now know was the fight of his life, on June 15, 2002, Zj lost that fight.... You know, I was asked to do this because I have been known to express myself in words, sometimes good, sometime bad, but always fair and objective. But this time, I have no words. There is not a single word or collection of them I can think of to make this all better. To make it fair or even remotely seem objective. We come here to play our games, kill each other in various different arena's of play and at the end of the day we thank each other for good games and go our seperate ways. THAT IS HOW IT ENDS. No where in the online gamers handbook did it say we would met a person whose personality and online demeanor was such that he drew people to him, a person who helped create an atmosphere that kept you coming back everyday, a person that didn't know the word quit, a person who did everything within his abilities to help a team mate in need, a person who represented the word team, a person you ended up spending countless hours with, played thousands of games with , a person you would call your friend. Only later to be told by your friends brother he would not ever be returning, not because he broke his joystick again, or the video card burnt up again, or not even because he lost his internet service, again. No, because he lost a battle with a foe he could not see, a foe he could not face, a foe that gave no warning shot, a foe that did not even give him the courtesy of starting 3km away. The Zj i grew to know never ran from a fight, was afraid of no one, be he carrying a weapon in his hand or flying a ship bristling with lasers. Zj knew no equal in a starfighter. Yet for all his gaming skills, it amounted to nothing against what grew in his head. On June 15, 2002, Zj lost the battle of his life to a brain tumor... I wish I had the words today to explain what happened, but I dont and cant. Nor have I ever had it in me to say things like 'things like this happens' and 'such is life'. But what I do know and believe is everything happens for a reason. God had a reason for taking Zj from us, and we may never understand those reasons. But rest assured, he is in a better place. A place that knows nothing of his earthly pains. And I know this also, one day we shall meet again. Where we can be Niche and Zj again, in a place that has no time limits or lag to ruin a perfect game....... Zj, when you look down upon this world you have left behind and look in on your loved ones, I hope you have time to remember your friends here, as we will not forget you. Farwell my friend and until we met again........ *§* Mark
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