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You were a soldier on Dustbowl, and I was the Gibus Medic. I was stressing and nearly ready to quit the game, but you kept telling me it was okay and to keep trying. We won the round and I felt so encouraged by you. We played other maps but then I never heard from you again.
You've made me find passion in a game I love dearly now and will continue to do so. My ubers and plays live on through you, Bruce. Rest In Peace, you magnificent bastard.
I should be glad to have recorded a short segment of us in-game at least, but I find myself getting emotional when I re-watch that portion (I really don't know why, I wasn't someone who knew you personally or anything). https://youtu.be/3BCaWax0gas 2:58- 3:35
My best guess is that I was refusing to believe you are dead, and me typing this out is me coming to accept it over a year later. See you in the after-life.