Hey, Razy. I didn't know you were here. I remember the Fight Club night, out back behind Campbell's pool. God, everyone was revved, excited, pumped.
Me, I remember the day he piled-drived Val down into the front of Donatello's. God, how that must of hurt. Or the week we spent at the computer, working on a collab for a cross over fic he had craved with Final Fantasy Seven and Ranma. He wanted me to do all the descriptions, because I was strong in that, and he was going to work on the fight scenes, because that was what he was good with. To this day, I can't write a fight scene to save my behind.
I remember the days I sat in the basement watching you all roleplay (mind you, secretly wishing I could play, though I feel far too shy to interject myself since I know so little...if any of you use that against me, though, I'll kick you in the shin), and I remember the long, long, long stories that would sometimes take three hours to tell as he recited the last evening's events concerning game. I remember how he would print off pages of stories he had written and bring them up to work, and we'd sit in the back as I read, him asking me questions and look so proud. He always sat on the table, that big wooden one with his big black CD holder and a book and paper and a two liter, and me in that stupid little orange chair.
Even when we fought at Donatello's, we were happy. Sure, we threatened to quit eight million times, but we were always good within a couple hours. The next day was always new...always brand new. Shiney.
::sighs:: Everyone's been trying to get ahold of his girl, but she hasn't been on. I think we need to make a pact that we watch out for her the best we can, take her under our wing. Brian would want her looked after and cared for.
I miss my brother.
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