Macera was definitely one of my favourite forumers. Godspeed wherever he is.
Is this a prank of some sort? I certainly hope so, but if not god fucking damn
I seriously doubt it but it crossed my mind as well. No way though, that would be too fucked up to joke about.
It was a combination of Tube's mountain lion comment and my desperate refusal to believe he actually died
Because it's such a vile thing to have happened
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God damn it.
It seemed like only yesterday I was throwing anime in his anime-hating face and he showed me that my hometown is actually named after a fish.
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Oh, goddammit, no. Never even talked to the guy but even so I'm misting up in the middle of the MWR. Sonuvah... My condolences to friends and family alike.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with the a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with the a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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geez man this is a huge bummer, sorry for your loss
thanks for bringing the news here, he was a swell dude and i enjoyed his company
Because it's such a vile thing to have happened
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Sames.
Hey folks who knew him, share with those of us who didn't. Tell us of this awesome Macera, that we too may say we knew of him.
macera was a totally rad dude and a much-valued member of the forums
can't really believe it, to be honest. This must be devastating for his family and friends, my condolences to all of you.
you know the one
thanks for letting us know
he was a good guy, I'm really sorry for your loss
oh wait that was all the time forever
what the fuck
shit I was just talking to him the other day
My condolences to his family and friends.
He was a good guy.
I didn't know him or post in any of the same threads really.
But He seemed cool.
I never knew Macera that well but I always saw him posting (obviously). He was always the guy with fish avatars to me. Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
My condolences.
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my favorite macera post
It seemed like only yesterday I was throwing anime in his anime-hating face and he showed me that my hometown is actually named after a fish.
Really badly.
oh man...
I didn't know Macera too well, but he seemed like a cool dude.
Unacceptable
Prevent the dog from barking with the a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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my thoughts are going your and his family's way. thanks for bearing this news.
i'm fairly certain Macera would have been deserving of a true viking funeral in olden times of yore.
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tonight Macera feasts in Sovngarde!
Father Dagon and Mother Hydra will treat you like royalty.
Condolences go out to everyone Macera friend's and family. Thanks to SpookyGhost for letting us know. I'm real sorry man.
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