Eulogy for a Friend

Stripes tearing apart a demonI’ve been spending a lot of time lately thinking about a friend of mine that was taken too soon. This got me wondering why so many good things end before they should. That’s what this column is going to be about. Every week (or so) I’m going to write about something that I really enjoyed, be it a comic series, tv show, band, what have you, that ended before it’s time.

This first column is going to be about that friend of mine.

Stripes was shifty. Even his good friends could never shake the feeling that he would have sold them out for a suit of Plasticman armour and an NG-Super. He probably wasn’t even liked or respected by other members of his race. His fur was patchy and burned away in spots, he smelled bad, he had a double fistful of psychoses, he could barely speak any language, and he wasn’t very smart in general, despite calling himself Dr. Stripes and trying to charge you for his advice.

Despite all this, Stripes taught me how to be an adventurer.

No matter how poor an idea might have been, Stripes committed to it with his entire being. Assault on Chi-Town? Stripes was there with guns blazing. T-Rex eats all? There he is in the arena fighting for all he’s worth. Sell out the rest of the party for a cache of equipment? Stripes is balls deep into the scheme. He defined tenacity, proving that you may not get what you want, but you’ll have a dang good time trying to get it.

Stripes was resilient. He survived a fall from around 800 feet not once, but twice. And walked, okay limped, away to bark the tale. He survived more gunshot and laser wounds to his body than any three other people I know. I can’t imagine all the mental trauma and psychic pain he endured to end up with all those phobias and nervous tics. It just boggles my mind that he could endure after the sheer amount of punishment inflicted on him during his short life. He was a Wolfen legend.

So raise your bottle in toast to Stripes, an unparallelled adventurer and a friend without peer.

4 thoughts on “Eulogy for a Friend”

  1. I will be the first to admit (well I guess second now) that I miss Stripes. He definatly made the most not just of every scenerio but of every moment. I’m just not sure if my sadness about his passing stems from the fact that it came too soon or that I wasn’t the one to finaly do him in. Either way, consider my glass raised.

  2. The truly sad thing is that I don’t remember if he was eaten by mutant dinisaurs or cut in half by laser fire. . . but sometimes I think it’s better that way.

  3. I believe you are all stricken with grief over your fallen comrade who WAS cut in half by laser fire. You need to do some deep soul searching about why you are having these feelings and then find an outlet for your sorrow. Otherwise, guilt and remorse will haunt you forever…..

    You each owe me 10 000 credits for reading this

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