Awkin and I have both agreed this warranted its own thread, and so...here it is. Please keep things respectful.
Last night, I received a PM from king daphnes, telling me of a terrible event I could hardly believe to be true. I couldn't sleep--I never pray, and I even
prayed. We both hoped it would prove to be some sick, twisted joke, and waited for confirmation, and...today, that confirmation has come.
R.I.P. Jared Griffis (11/15/92 - 1/5/08)
For those of you that didn't know him by his real name, Jared Griffis is none other than our own beloved
Duke of Clubs; one of the pillars of the Battle Arena for as long as he's been here, and a wonderfully light-hearted and humorous young man who was truly a brilliant writer and a great friend to those who knew him.
As I write this now, I am still shaking and crying, and I regret that I will not be able to do him justice in this post. In a tragedy such as this, I know he'd say something that would lift our spirits, and make us be able to grin again. I, sadly, don't have that same gift. I can only try to honor him as best I can, and try to make sure that he is remembered and hailed for the member and person that he was.
I was drawn to his upbeat and witty personality from the first day I met him in the Dome. He was unlike anyone else I had met, both in real life and online, and I was so very lucky to have him given to me as one of my first students. He taught me so much more about writing than I ever could for him--he would later introduce me to my favorite author, and would read works of my favorites, and he would help me grow into the writer I am now. His humor brightened the BA for me, and after he came, it'd never be the same without him. As we became better friends (and I felt lucky to be someone he considered a friend, especially since he only knew me from online), he became someone I could chat with about
anything on AIM, and we could share songs and stories and TV shows and anything else. I probably bugged him with my little spam-wich PMs, nudging him to sign on--but if I did, he never showed it. He'd joke around with me, once PMing me before I got the chance to bother him and saying: "Har! You've missed your chance for conversation because I'm going to be playing CoD4 and finally doing my Xmas shopping until late this afternoon! Be miserable! Bwahaha."
And that was the kind of guy he was. Always joking. He had one of the brightest personalities and brightest minds I'd ever known. I sit here now, looking at parts of his novel that he sent me (a novel that he had been writing for years, and that made me ashamed because he wrote at a level at an age where I couldn't even have formed a decent paragraph. He was far beyond me at that age than I'm even at
now), and looking at voice files and drum performances of his that he's sent me...and my mind boggles at the lost potential. It
hurts, if I can get more emotional with you here. Of all the people...for someone so
young...for
him...to go...I don't have words to express how that makes me feel.
I will never be able to look at this place quite the same way again. I can
never write Cadenza. Her connection was too close. I don't believe I could even write here with any character ever again. I'll still write...someday...because I know he wouldn't want anyone to give that up. I'll still read Pratchett's books even though I'll always remember him when I do, because I know he'd want that too. But this place will never feel right again. For someone so wonderful to be here one day, laughing and talking amongst all of us, and then....and then not the next...it's unthinkable. I remember putting off a review I was supposed to write for him, thinking I had all the time in the world, and now...
The show House will not be the same for me. Drums, even, might not. Poker won't. Anything that we ever talked about will make a conversation crop up in my memory whenever I hear the topic mentioned.
I've been so blessed earlier this month, before I had this news. There was my birthday, my engagement...January could not have seemed better. But now this month will bear a mark for...I don't even know how long. For one person to have had so much good fortune, and for another...so
deserving...to be dealt something like this...it's not right. I...wish I could have told him how much he meant to me. Yes, he knew I thought he was "awesome", or something silly like that...but, I
truly considered him a friend. You...you never tell your friends that enough, do you? That they're precious to you? You think you have all the time in the world to let them know...
Duke never had a chance to leave the mark on the world that I
know he would have.
I leave you with some quotes, threads, and posts to remember him by.
Kellson - his first brilliant character and the start to an amazing run in the BA.
Johnny Bones - one of the most unique and best-known characters in the BA, and for a damn good reason.
Persona Non Grata (Awkin and Duke's Graduation) - He should have graduated long ago. He should have taught
me. But this was his--unfinished--graduation thread.
Field Trip! - my first RP with him, a joint-assignment from when I was a TA and was just getting to know him as the great writer he was.
What Fate Had in Store - One of my most recent RPs with him. Really showcased his unique style of writing and humor that only he could put into a post.
A Strange Development - One day we're just chatting, and he mentions to me that he finds Tracey's character hilarious and, as he put it, "flamboyant". He suggests we do an RP just for hilarity's sake, and this, one of the biggest twists (nominated in the fall BA awards even), ensues. A strike of his creative and humorous genius.
Altamira's IC Homeroom - Pages and pages of his humor, wit, and brilliance. The HRIC could not have worked so well without him.
Chinatown Rush - It should be no surprise to anyone that he was part of an award-winning battle.
Unexpected Encounters - An inspirational battle to many, with some of the best battle posts I have ever read
still to this day.
Sea to Bloody Sea - One of his earliest battles.
Bartholomew's Training - His first and only evaluation as my newest TA.
Farewells. - A goodbye RP in honor of Kellson/Johnny and Duke.
Some choice lines from his hilarious TA application:
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There were some stylistic things that could be better, but we’ll get the grammar down pat before we go into all that. Ha. A rhyme.
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I took the liberty of using the enter key for you. Embrace that key, because it makes new paragraphs, and new paragraphs make your work less blocky and more, er, flowy. No, that’s not a word…just remember to break your paragraph up if it looks bigger than Andre the Giant.
Second, I’m tired of saying “You’re missing a period, fwah fwah.” Please, for the love of God, check your periods. If you’re a woman, that’ll be easier. *JUST FOR YOU, AIKIES.* Third…well, just look.
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And other various quotes:
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Thanks to you other flat-footed, congratulatory goombahs.
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Johnny: Jealous, jealous people. *Grins at Zach and Monroe because they're weaker, so their puny dreams are amusing*
Best-looking (literally) couple ever seen.. Sorry, people-with-single-female-characters. You're out of luck.
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Sweeney Todd is just Edward Scissorhands 2: I'll Cut You, B****.
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German's a cool language. Even if you're saying "I like chocolate and rainbows" it sounds like you're screaming death wishes.
EDIT: See? In German, that's "Ich mag Schokolade und Regenbogen!" I could absolutely see Hitler screaming that.
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Originally Posted by Honour Not all of us can be you, DoC. | True, true. Even I have trouble being me sometimes. Almost.
I'm going to go take a bath in my own glory.
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And Altamira proves that Shot is the lesser woman in this battle.
Zing!
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Canada is America's pair of earmuffs. Warm, fuzzy, and useless in Afghanistan.
ZING
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Because there are creatures clinging to the undersides of branches in the Amazon jungles that are more intelligent than our president.
ZIN--no. It's not funny. It's depressing.
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Thank you all for your kind words and misspellings of my name.
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Originally Posted by Angel Besides...since when did anyone here pursue normal hobbies? | ...*raises hand*
Music. The end.
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Originally Posted by HH Alright, if someone makes me an awesome Neji-cat avy, I'll join your Catboy Brigade. | The Super Aiko League is cooler. *Melts into the shadows again...like Batman*
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Can I have my own cape now?
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Originally Posted by Aiko *pokes in the tummy* You should be excited about it too. ;_; *storms away, all offended-like* | *Wakes up* I am, I am! I'm just more excited about sleeping.
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*Mr. French the Top-hatted Monster swallows HH, then spits him out*
Argblargoggbrargraaaarg.
He said you taste like a dead monkey.
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How come I don't get to be a partner?
*Slinks away to sulk and blow up a few cities with Mr. French*
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This makes me sad. Any self-respecting woman should gladly be willing to give their left arm to go out with Johnny.
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I could probably go on and on for hours with more quotes, so...instead, since Duke never liked his posts to be
too lengthy (and this one has already passed that point), I'll leave you with this last one...
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Suckers. There can only be ONE Duke of Clubs, just like there can only be One Ring or One Highlander.
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And here, in much more eloquent words than I can muster,
Awkin has written something he'd like to add:
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Originally Posted by Awkin Duke of Clubs was one of the first people I met on this forum, and I recently heard of his untimely death.
And I'm not going to go all mushy, because he'd hate that. But I'm also not going to try to do things in his amazingly kickass manner, because I just can't do it justice -- this is just my honest and open account.
I wish I could tell you that it's all a misunderstanding. I wish I could tell you how he died, and I wish I could tell you that he did it painlessly. But I know none of these things. All any of us know is that he choked to death on January the fifth this year.
Now, none of us are sure how he died -- or where. And we barely have a how, only a news article and the details of the memorial service in his honour. But we all knew just who he was: A witty, badass and amazingly talented member of this community. He wrote like I can only dream of writing -- if I were a man, he were a giant. He was like a brother to me, and I hope that he enjoyed our presence as much as I enjoyed his.
And that's all I know. Jared wasn't given the chance to change the world like he would have done. But within us, those who knew him well, is the legacy. And I hope we can find it within us all to continue that -- by honouring him in any way we can, and by remembering the genius of his work.
I hope he finds his way to wherever he thinks he is going, in peace and rest.
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Please...feel free to share your memories of him and any other things you wish to say in his honor at this time.