Move Along People, nothing to see here.

Again, I come bearing tidings of sorrow.

Slice is dead.  His brother’s death was…hard on him.  Don’t know what it’s like being a twin, but it’s gotta be hard when someone who’s more or less half you dies.  Unfortunately, Slice decided that it should be a package deal.  He decided to commit suicide by proxy…a phrase which, in this case, means “he got someone else to kill him,” and not anything to do with, you know, “proxies.”  Well…I’m not even sure.  It’s kind of hard to tell which side Zero’s on now.

I found it hard, for a while, to like him.  I don’t exactly condone drugs (though I’ve been known to get drunk off my ass now and then), and then there was that whole Boston incident, where he killed I don’t know how many proxies with glee.  On the other hand, it appears that he had learned the error of his sociopathic ways.  He vowed never to kill again.  That’s a good vow, incidentally.  A shame he had to go and die before he could convince anyone else to take it as well.

So here’s to another young man taken before his time to the pains of a war no one should have to fight.  Slice, you were a heroic man.  I pray you rest in peace.

With both Slice and Dice dead, this blog’s not going anywhere anymore.  So again, move along, people.  Nothing to see here.

-Don’t Shoot The Messenger-