After a Sunday lost due to nasty allergies and a nasty hangover, the first thing I did when I woke up was roll over, pick up my laptop, and check twitter. The first tweet I looked at was Patrick's announcing the great loss the video game industry had suffered. A full day of crying and pouring over everything I could find that made our Ryan Davis special followed.

I don't want this to stretch on when you can read other people's better and more personal anecdotes. I never met Ryan Davis, though I often tried to at PAX. I didn't have a life altering experience that his voice helped me through, but he did constantly entertain. Quick Looks, Podcasts, Mailbags, Endurance Runs, Livestreams, E3 Coverage, PAX Panels, dumb tweets, I Love Mondays, and dumb Game of the Year videos. I consumed it all again and again and again. It kept me feeling great during the good times and picked me up during the darkest times of my life. Over the past three and a half years, the Giant Bomb crew have constantly been there to put a smile on my face. And Ryan Davis was at the centre of it all.

The world will never be the same without that big ol' lovable jerk. You were one of a kind, Ryan. You will be sorely missed.