Rip Striker 2000-2024 😭

Striker was made of a standard iron osmium alloy, but with a 2% nickel impurity that made them truly special

"You're at Striker's funeral singing about some dead stiff named Danny Boy?!"
- Striker was a lot of things to a lot of people. But, looking back, the number one thing I can say about him is this, and simply this: Striker was my friend.
- I'm expressing my sorrow!
It's what made me me
Dr. jekyll and Ms. Hyde moment.

...I don't remember this part of the game.
- Its the text. They changed it. That’s where all the confusion is coming from.
- Look at the bottom right corner, it looks like it may have been AI generated.
How do you find the giant cow?
- Ez just summon it with a satanic ritual

It's so sad Striker died of ligma

RIP Striker, best sloppy toppy for $20 you could ever get.

Ohhhh. What will you do without them now 😭. You should sound sadder to ~~stroke my ego more~~ I mean honor the dead
- Pay $40 for better head. It was a good value but it wasn't the best quality out there. Kinda like store brand.

RIP Striker.

This site will never be the same without you.

I don't know how you are posting from the afterlife, a feat which science is yet to explain.

But that is the power of love I suppose.

It's a curious thing.

This isn’t mine, but I was reminded of it:

Five requests with regard to my eventual death September 10, 2021

If it happens that my death occurred in some public place, there is to be no ersatz memorial created on that location comprised of teddy bears, mylar balloons, or terrible poems written on posterboard in pink Magic Marker™. This is very, very important.
If you choose to have any kind of service “memorializing” me, there will be no use of the phrase “looking down on us.”
At no time is any outraged friend or family member to appear in public looking indignant and holding up a framed photograph of me.
If you refer to anything I’ve ever done as “brave,” “courageous,” or “special,” I will personally come back from the grave and shit angry ghost turds in your coffee pot.
If the resources exist and the weather is fine, I’d prefer to have my remains torn asunder by vicious dogs while “Tusk” is performed by an enthusiastic high school marching band.

http://www.5ives.com/archives/2002/12/11/five-requests-with-regard-to-my-eventual-death/

Dear Striker,

May you find solace in knowing that your legacy will endure through the training of an AI bot on your data. Your influence will continue to shape the future, ensuring that your memory lives on in a unique and everlasting way.

Best wishes to your family and friends during this time.

Warm regards, random internet stranger.

Striker? I hardly knew 'er! Oh hi Mark.

Your memes brought me much happiness. Especially that one 2 days ago about the straw, which was able to disturb my entire friend group.

My AMA on their Skibidi Toilet post yielded some good karma (is that what it's even called on Lemmy?).

Striker was the baddest motherfucker around, as evidenced by Striker's mother's deep postcoital disappointment.

Somehow that reminded me of this

it's a picture of a fake baby's funeral - no shoe polish on the photo

Oh, Striker, hearing about your tragic (and hilarious) passing truly has us scrolling through the stages of grief! Your memes lit up our feeds like a smartphone screen in a dark room—always there when we needed a laugh or a perfectly timed GIF. You weren't just a username to us; you were the unsung hero of our notification alerts. Each post you shared wasn't just content; it was comfort. In your digital absence, we'll strive to keep the LOLs alive in your memory. Rest in pixels, dear friend. Until the next meme revival!

You were born in 2000?

I'm old now.

He achieved in death what he could not in life, a way for Blitz and the rest of the IMP crew to no longer be able to make constant sex jokes around and about him.

is this a joke? Is this a relative's work?

Has anyone ever happily passed away?

Striker,

I know you were always concerned about it and feared rejection so I honored your wishes to never speak of the events while you were alive, allowing you to live your way. However, with you passing I believe I can share with the world the beauty (and horror) that you brought upon the world free of judgement and felony charges.

It was 5 years ago beginning with 23 drinking straws, a roll of duct tape, a fresh hair cut, 4 kilos of thermite, a very fetching scarf, and a copy of the Dialogues of Plato. You didn't begin that evening planning to change local laws of Ann Arbor Michigan, but before the night was over, you certainly did....