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I only knew and played with you for two days, right before your passing, but had already grown to like you and think we would be good friends. I hadn't left a memorial until now because I didn't feel I had any right to do so.
I was trying to record most of my DBD matches with people, but was slacking, and have nothing of us playing together. Since then, I have recorded almost every single match with other people - having to buy more hard drives to fit them all - because I realized I can never know if I'll get another chance to record me and them playing together.
You were a real character, and in the brief time we knew each other, you infected me with some of your habits. To this day, I still carry them on and infect other people in turn. I will always remember you by those, and wish we had had more time to play together; it simply wasn't your time, and I could already tell you were a person that was having a very positive impact on the world.
Goodbye Rose,
Zachary