Some say there is no real way to quit cRPG. The warrior-poet, Commodore_Axephante, NAKED_FANATIC, is no longer with us -- for real. His wife contacted me to inform that his cancer got the best of him in the end. I'm making this post here at her request to inform any friends or clan-mates he had who still play this game. I figured this would be a good opportunity to share again some of the amazing things he did during the very short time he played this mod.
1.
His barbarian-muscle character mesh replacer. If you want your character to bare his barbarian breast, but are ashamed of looking like a puny-man -- check this out. It looks pretty awesome! You can be a bad-ass naked fanatic, too.
Example:
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2. He was a great writer. Last spring when I "quit" crpg I held a poetry contest to give away all my looms to the winner. His poem was easily the best -- inspired by the upcoming Melee: Battlegrounds. I'm including it here for all to read. It's a grim tale, but well composed and strangely foreboding:
The Crows
The prow of an empty ship
Resting against cold sands
The border-walls of a sea-cliff village
Mortared by an ancient kin
There the white-spangled cloak of night was riven
Black streaks cutting star-glow
As wings beat silent upon a cold wind
Soft caws grating
The plod of gentle waves upon the naked shore.
The crows had come.
Silence, then
Echoing past the reach of what had only just been raging
Battle-cries harrowing the setting of the sun
While sailcloth bellowed
And thatched roofs burned;
A din for the heavens
Calling those black birds in from the fields
From the dells beyond the river
To watch, men slaying and slain
And wait
Cawing and crooning
For the feast that would follow.
Thirty dead lay strewn beneath the dark sky, there
Two banners between them, their bodies still warm.
Bodies wracked with heavy taxes
And slow repose alike
Cloven helmets and shattered shafts
Trophies for the earth
Once flesh had faded.
Once the murder was fed.
But not all men were still, below.
Aye, three yet held
Desperate
Wild-eyed and terrible
Strangling hilt and haft
Teeth bared in agony
Striving
For the close.
Three men
Bathed in tired moonlight
Swathed in frayed bravado
Chests heaving
Minds lost.
Two wore white
Lions cresting upon their wounded shields
The third, a raven black adorning
The blue-blazed heraldry of his late-dead lord
His captain
Whose eyes had grown glassy where he lay upon the border wall
Now sport for the very birds he had once drawn upon his banner.
But blood can mute a banner's voice
Life-blood of friend and foe
All three sharing its brutal hue
Sprayed across what decency they had
Upon waking
At the gates of dawn;
Blood culled forth with axe and sword
Broken through morningstar’s reaping
Merciless arrow
Screaming lungs, faithless and depraved
Overwhelming the braver few.
Blood to conform them
But not enough to unite them
As there under crow-watch
The night never darker
The two set upon the one.
To end the fray.
Defend to the last their broken hamlet;
Their fathers' pride
Now a tomb to a people lost.
And from a taken knee
The ground slick beneath his last stand
Against them rose with final breath
That single wounded raider
Hopeless without his crew
To bare his ship away.
His wife said that during the times he could be at his computer, this mod and the community brought him great joy. Even though he stopped playing a few months ago, we are still one bad-ass fewer today. This is a good time to realize just how good we have it here, and appreciate the fun it brings to us, too.
If anyone wants more info, PM me. Good day!
Edit: A portion of the obituary and an opportunity to help out his friends/family is pasted below.
Although he refused to accept that this illness was going to take him, we did talk about death and what he would like done with his remains. He requested to be cremated and to have his best friends and immediate family members each take a trip to somewhere meaningful and scatter a bit of him there. His family and I set up a fund for people to donate to for travel costs for his friends who are all broke and in their 20s. If you could add that into whatever you write, his family and I would greatly appreciate it. The website to donate through is:
www.ScatterEvan.com
