A long long time ago on a PC that is so old it is sitting in my closet collecting dust, I used to play Diablo 2. Twas good times, good fun. Then came 9/11, and all that mess that came with it. My ID used to be Dadeyo. I don't know why, I was 11 years old. So holy shit, right?
Anywayz, I had a friend with the tag Zealot_Guy. He was a marine and now that war has broken loose he was going over seas to "shoot arab mother fuckers in the ass with an M4." His words, not mine.
He told me he was taking the USS Bumblebee over. Yeah, I wished him luck and that was the last I saw of him. Some time later, I got an E-Mail from him. Well, not actualy him...from his brother. Zealot_Guy was dead. Killed in action during an ambush. I don't know the details, but I was told his last words were "If I die, don't let my family or friends worry...tell them..." So, I got the mail. He was gone from this earth, and didn't want to leave a it a mystery what happened to him. He was a cool guy, too...
I took his name in his honor and kept it going as the Zealous bastard that I am. So here I am.
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