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Holden Caulfield
I dont know why you just lef the game and the guild, but wtf. mail me tramshed@gmail.com
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Come back Holden.
indeed! Holden, we miss you man!
Holden! Noeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees
Shane! Shane! Ma needs ya shane!
[Moved to Role Playing]
[less traffic, more of a guild thing]
[less traffic, more of a guild thing]
hmm, he left?!
Real Life Claimed Him.
:::As told by Sebastian:::
Last night while drifting through the cold void of space, in search of answers to unnanswerable questions, I came across my battle worn guildmate drifting near a station. Holden's scarred ship looks badly damaged and was smoldering from gashes in his hull after an untold battle
Concerned, I hailed him... no answer. Holden lay adrift in space and there was nothing I could do for him. Carefully I nudged his ship with mine in an attempt to jar him concious. moments later I recieved a staticy transmission containing his last wishes and all of his credits. He wanted me to bid everyone fairwell, wish his guildmates a long and lucritive career, and asked for a few other errands to be taken care of. Silently, I nodded my head in acceptance of his fate.
As his transmission ended my vulture was jarred by the explosion from his ship. Franticlly, I rushed to put out fires onboard my vessle before docking to get repaired and begin carrying out his wishes.
Last night I lost a battle brother. One of the few that make the universe a purely enjoyable place reguardless of how bad things are. But I will not let it get to me, as I know that if fate sees it fit we shall meet again......
::Sebastian tips his ale up to the air in salute for his fallen brother::
fair thee well Holden Caulfield.
Last night while drifting through the cold void of space, in search of answers to unnanswerable questions, I came across my battle worn guildmate drifting near a station. Holden's scarred ship looks badly damaged and was smoldering from gashes in his hull after an untold battle
Concerned, I hailed him... no answer. Holden lay adrift in space and there was nothing I could do for him. Carefully I nudged his ship with mine in an attempt to jar him concious. moments later I recieved a staticy transmission containing his last wishes and all of his credits. He wanted me to bid everyone fairwell, wish his guildmates a long and lucritive career, and asked for a few other errands to be taken care of. Silently, I nodded my head in acceptance of his fate.
As his transmission ended my vulture was jarred by the explosion from his ship. Franticlly, I rushed to put out fires onboard my vessle before docking to get repaired and begin carrying out his wishes.
Last night I lost a battle brother. One of the few that make the universe a purely enjoyable place reguardless of how bad things are. But I will not let it get to me, as I know that if fate sees it fit we shall meet again......
::Sebastian tips his ale up to the air in salute for his fallen brother::
fair thee well Holden Caulfield.
Well told.
/me raises ale in the air "To a fallen warrior who I had the honor of serving with in the same guild until he changed his ways"
/me raises ale in the air "To a fallen warrior who I had the honor of serving with in the same guild until he changed his ways"
/me raises his IV in the air "To a warrior who honorably fell to my gatling turret many times until he got tired of it :P"