This one hits really hard, man. On top of how ridiculously good he was at this dumb game we all play, yomps was one of the VERY few people in this community that you would just never hear a bad word about. He played the game with such joy and panache, and when things didn't go his way he never took it out on anyone. In a fairly insular online community, where a reputation can precede you for years and first impressions are everything, yomps was always capable of seeing the good in people. I never got to meet him in person at LAN, but every time I interacted with him he was absolutely lovely, full of curiousity about others and without a prejudiced bone in his body. I still remember how he randomly made me a mod in his chat, without me even asking for it, because he was entertained by my essay-length tf2 theorycrafting rants. Rest in peace, friend.
I don't want to overgeneralize, but sometimes it really seems like the people who have the most love for everyone else in their life don't make time to love themselves. As someone who has struggled with depression for the better part of my life, I know just how selfish this disease can be, and how it can convince even the most universally beloved person that he or she is completely alone. All I can say to anyone else out there going through some stuff is that nothing could be further from the truth. Let this thread be a lesson that, even in a trivial hobby like ours, we can all make an enormous impact on one another's lives. In ten, twenty, fifty years, I know that everyone here will still remember yomps the player, and yomps the person.