Four years ago, a small group of ambitious internet adventurers set out to form a raiding guild together.
To lead this group, the best among them was chosen.
Over the course of the last four years, Roksi has acted as a beacon of courage and fearlessness for her online flock of raiders. She has provided us direction and guidance along with an infinite supply of patience, grace, and determination. She took a group of random gamers and turned them into an extended family.
She was our leader, our coach, our cheerleader, our confidant, our shoulder to cry on, the person who told us to suck it up and walk it off, and the one who helped us back up and dusted us off when we fell. She was our guild's compass and protector through the years. No matter what challenge we faced, there she was, out in front of us, asking us to just put our trust in her and promising that she would lead us through whatever it was we faced.
She never hid her struggle with Cystic Fibrosis from anyone, but just being around her made it impossible to imagine that she wasn't an invincible being of endless energy and optimism. Among a world of cynical and selfish avatars, she was an unavoidable force of warmth and compassion. Anyone who ever crossed her path left the encounter feeling better about themselves and a little more optimistic about the presence of good in the world. For those of us who got to spend time with her on a regular basis, her simple and unobtrusive pressence was a call to arms to embrace life and help her in her mission of speading goodwill and happiness throughout the world. No one who ever met her disliked her, and without any effort on her part, most of us loved her.
Despite the fact that she managed to overcome just about every prediction ever handed down to her from her doctors over the years and her ability to overcome even the longest of odds when it came to her ability to fight through whatever challenge was placed before her, our beloved friend has finally fallen.
Over the span of time she and I worked together we had a lot of opportunities to talk about our lives outside of the game. She often spoke of how happy she was with her husband and how the the thing that she was most thankful for in life was the chance to be married to him and the years that they had gotten to spend together. She also often spoke of how grateful she was for our guild and for the friendships she had found online. She considered each of us members of her family and she loved leading our group.
One of her and her husband's final requests is that rather than sending flowers or gifts, they would like for those interested in doing something to instead offer donations to help others who are dealing with Cystic Fibrosis.
I've set the minimum donation as low as it will go ($1) and disabled the display of individual donation amounts. Contributing even a dollar will allow you to leave a comment and will help out other's who are dealing with CF.
We will miss you dearly Piper.
Always in our hearts,
Production Company's Raid Team: Past, Present, and Future