Today marks 8 years since your passing mighty MOJ. And yet your Grimm apprentice carries on your memories. When I load up Golden Axe, I can still sense you playing next to me. When I'm smashing trolls in Pigskin, I can still hear you laughing. When I recklessly charge into battle as the Master Chief, you are still there in my mind saying "Paul Muad'Dib you are about to die." When I drink an MGD I can still see you across the Beirut table. You have left a hole on our lives, one that I don't ever want to heal fully. I salute you my mentor, friend, and brother. You will always be missed... until we meet again.
|A Pigskin high score in your honor|