Plot twist, he had stopped playing and someone hijacked his steam and the pajeet yeeted you.
/asshole stopped in rq to see who the sad people were. Though Cad said something that struck one of my regrets. People that chase being friends with you. For a couple years at an Office I worked at, would always chat w/ UPS guy. Gave me his number to stay in touch when I went to the Sheriff. I got busy, nights, some RL drama, and other issues. And after a year had lost the number. Regret it to this day. Cool dude no homo, and would have been nice even if we hung out twice a year, because like many here, all my "RL friends and myself have moved and we just keep in touch on our own discord and occasional call/ once every 5 years or so cross paths and meet up.
Almost had that happen with the guy who's best man at my wedding next week.
We met 25 years ago at UPS. He was an unloader, and I got hired off the street to work the sort line. He's 6'3" and back then was like 280, linebacker looking dude. Just a fucking ox. No one wanted to sort for him because he unloaded too fast, and no one could keep up. So me, the new guy, got stuck sorting for him. We became friends, he got a job building computer chips and he got me in too. We ran 5 machines in a fab 3/4 days a week, 12 hours a day. Was great. We'd come in at 6, set up the machines, he'd go on break from 7 to 8 while I ran the stuff, i'd go on break from 8 to 9, then we'd come back and set everything back up for an hour, and repeat the cycle. Easy work, pay was shit though, and I hated the job. I got a gig at one of the pop companies and brought him with me and his girlfriend started cheating on him - and by cheating on him, I mean with like dudes in fucking Kansas (we're in MN). So she'd just ditch him with the kid all weekend, he's got this new job but can't leave his kid alone, so attendance got to him fast and they fired him. Then he got super depressed with all that and crashed his truck and had his house foreclosed on and he stopped talking to us, probably just fucking ashamed of the whole situation. Became more and more isolated and you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped. He was never a tech guy, never got into the social media shit, didn't have a cell phone for the longest time - fucker just up and disappeared, and how are you ever gonna find someone like that again.
Like 8-10 years go by I was taking my kids to the sister in laws one day and was waiting to merge and this dude was just sitting right next to me. Same speed, id slow down, he'd slow down. I speed up, he speeds up. Some small car - I drive a Ram and wasnt looking that hard. I finally get pissed and look over and there he is, trying to get my attention. Unreal. I couldn't process everything that was happening fast enough, while driving 65mph. Had to get the kids over there - i was late or something, so we exchanged some glances - me very puzzled, and him super excited, but then I had to exit and that was that.
Thought about that for years, how crazy that situation was. Got divorced and all of a sudden I had a ton of time on my hands, and no friends to hang with. Problem was that he has a super common first name, super common last name, and I know his house got foreclosed on. No clue how to find a guy like that. I ended up using one of those white pages people search thing outta boredom one night and I got a hit of an address across town. Use the state property tax lookups and the address is registered to some gal named Tina. Punch Tina into facebook and low and behold - there's a picture of the 2 of them.
I literally sent him a fucking letter. In the mail. Snail mail. With my address and phone number. Turns out he found this Tina broad at rock bottom and she was at rock bottom too and they've been together since. He got himself a job as a machinst, making great money, life is good again, and all he needed was some friends. He saw me on the freeway a few years ago and thought it might have been my truck (been driving the same one for 21 years) and got super excited, but he had somewhere to be too, and we couldn't exchange much information at 65mph.
Now he's the best man at my wedding. It's also why my gf isn't allowed to post pictures of us on facebook. Still no pictures of me on the internet - cuz I gotta fire a lotta motherfuckers, and I don't need one of them showing up at the door!