His name was Tequila. His most important role in life was as a gamer in the greatest multiplayer game of all time, Action Half-Life. He stopped playing but now and then he would return, have a meltdown but I'd be there waiting with open arms and positive reinforcement. The last session resulted in him admitting AHL just didn't bring him happiness anymore. A month later he passed.
I will never stop playing AHL in Tequila's honor and he will live on in-game forever!
