Angelsboi passed away 16 Jun 04 (was: Angelsboi Health Update)

[John Crichton]

I'm at a bit of a loss but I need to comment.

I had limited conversation with Ryan over email about a few things about 18 months ago. It was about an event in his D&D game that we were discussing. I don't recall many of the specifics but it was a fun email chat and he was a nice guy with a large and creative heart.

I point to the sky and know that he is now at peace.

 

[Crothian]

He was a good person, and a good gamer. I mostly just interacted with him in talks about Buffy and Angel, but it was always good fun.

 

[BOZ]

aww... damn.

prayers and thoughts for his loved ones...

 

[Krug]

Peace be with him.

 

[der_kluge]

Well... crap.

Where's a 9th level cleric when you really need one?

I remember Angelsboi for his post about using Tarot cards to build adventure plots. He posted a thread on it as if lots of other people had the same idea. It was, frankly, the most bizarre thing I'd ever heard of.

He truly had a different way at looking at life.

He'll be missed.

 

[Buttercup]

Adieu, Ryan.

As P-Kitty said, the EN World community now has two members among the stars.

Drink to Bjorn for the both of them, and for all gamers who have left us behind.

 

[Flyspeck23]

This really is a sad day.

And that's kind of strange, because I didn't really know him. Not in person, at least.


Rest in peace.

 

[MichaelH]

I only knew him by a few threads in which he participated. It is a great testament to his life that he affected so many in such a positive way. My condolences to his family and friends.

 

[Benben]

Deeply missed.

Angelsboi, was really inspiring to me when I first joined these boards. I was addicted to his first story hours for the emotional intensity and creativity in it.

Does anybody have a link to his Rainbow Dice Gaymers logo? Or to the cafepress storefront that was selling items with it?

 

[Krieg]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Until then...