(2,504 plays)Gearbox’s Tribute To Michael Mamaril (R.I.P.) In Borderlands 2
“For those of you playing Borderlands 2, you may have noticed an NPC standing around Sanctuary named Michael Mamaril. It’s already rare to have an NPC be have a name (and a last name at that), and if you take a few seconds to talk to him, he’s a fellow Vault Hunter who is more than happy to share his rare loot, many times blue- or purple-level rarity. He’s so charitable that he’s in my tips guide and that I spend a minute looking for him every time I return to Sanctuary.
Apparently, that was the point.
Michael Mamaril is based off a real person, whom Gearbox Software decided to pay tribute to (hence, the “Tribute to a Vault Hunter” Achievement/Trophy). A Destructoid fan named Carlo wrote an email into Gearbox Software about his friend, Michael John Mamaril, who passed away from cancer at 22. Michael was a huge fan of Borderlands and Carlo thought that he would be cool for Claptrap to read a eulogy
Gearbox obviously went one step further, going well beyond the call of duty. Michael Mamaril will now be immortalized in the Borderlands universe.
Awesome job, Gearbox! My hat is off to you”
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I don’t usually dream…
…but when I do, I seem to be really good at fucking with my own head and heart. Rewriting those “what if” moments can be a pretty awful thing when the reality of the situation comes back into focus. Sometimes it’s shitty experiences from my 9-5 (no doubt stress induced) but the last one decided to reference anxiety which I don’t think I have such a good handle on. I can shrug off anger and annoyance fairly quickly, mostly because I find it tiresome and it ultimately achieves nothing. Anxiety on the other hand tends to bubble and gurgle for hours. It creeps up and mumbles half thoughts hoping to snag shards of attention with baited juicy alternatives.
Anyway in an effort to put this out of my mind I thought I would attempt to put it into words and then instead dwell on the the fact that I hate writing this shit. It began as a facebook post but I knew I would end up deleting it and I doubt many people I know personally pay much attention to this site so I’ll just let it sit here.
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Spent some time with my head inside a copier today. Got it working eventually.
Floaters are deposits of various size, shape, consistency, refractive index, and motility within the eye’s vitreous humour, which is normally transparent. At a young age the vitreous is perfectly transparent but, during life, imperfections gradually develop. The common type of floater, which is present in most people’s eyes, is due to degenerative changes of the vitreous humour. The perception of floaters is known as myodesopsia. Floaters are visible because of the shadows they cast on the retina or their refraction of the light that passes through them, and can appear alone or together with several others in one’s field of vision. They may appear as spots, threads, or fragments of cobwebs, which float slowly before the observer’s eyes. Since these objects exist within the eye itself, they are not optical illusions but are entoptic phenomena.
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and suddenly there were tears in her eyes
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27/08/2009 03:43…apparently
Birthday card
