I was driving my Harley up US19 the other day and I ran into a Moog Rd. I stopped the bike and took a pic. It was a reminder 0f one of my favorite peeps from my video game days. You were a voice of reason, a great friend, a calm in the midst of storms and a god damn awesome healer. Cause you are a great player, and if I was getting my shit caved in, I knew you would be right there buying shit off the auction house but with heals ready to go and wearing your best armor. We butted heads but you were right, the game meant nothing if there was no penalty for death. I fell in love with my shit, when I should have fell in love with my brothers. Sorry man, message less than 420 get cut.