Shit. It was my first day off that week and I got up early, went to the gym, got home and reloaded the site. Or tried to. I kept trying to reload giantbomb.com while I made breakfast; still down. I checked twitter and evidently something was up, radio silence from the duders after a few ambiguous tweets. Finally I loaded it up and sat staring at the screen for minutes before I just started crying. I'm a grown ass man but to lose someone that big, someone who'd been very open with you week after week for years, it was overwhelming. It still hurts, especially considering he'd just married. I see @enemynanner's tweets and feel awful, wish I could do something.
Anyway, I've had "(remembering Taswell)" in my Steam name since that day and that shows no signs of changing. I'll keep missing you, big guy and taking solace in the fact that if there is an afterlife, you'll be reigning king jester; sitting on cakes and wearing white on white New Balance 574s like a troubadour pharaoh.