Peace and love. I hope the rest of your days are happy and comfortable as possible.
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All love to you, I doubt this community will ever forget you. I sure won’t.
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From the fact that FG last liked a post on this thread on Oct 17, I think we can sadly conclude that their prognosis was accurate. We’ve reached Bonfire Night, with silence rather than good news.
So: goodbye, feather friend.
You loved much, and were much loved. You lived with a grace and hope and kindness far greater than the world showed you.
I hope you’re finding that returned now, along with unhoped-for joy.
We’ll remember you.
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Yeah, I was thinking that, but hoping @FairyGodfeather was just busy living their life as much as they could.
Sleep well, my friend, and I hope you’re finally resting and are in no more pain 
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Yeah, the kindness and memories will remain. Our feather friend was a ball of sunshine and I hope that shine will never die.
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I hate that kind people die like this… Rest in peace Feather-Friend.
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He spent so much time changing mice to horses and pumpkins to carriages. This time he got a carriage of his own to take him to the most magical place he could dream of. So long @FairyGodfeather. Do us a favor, when you get to that wonderful place…
Save us a seat.
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Rest in peace - I don’t think I ever got to interact with you on here or elsewhere, but still saddened by the loss to our community. I’ll echo what everyone has written on here and say you seemed like an amazing person. On a positive note, it is blessed to see the way stories bring people together and touch all our lives - if there is a world for spirits in the sweet hereafter, may they have stories of the brightest silver formed by dreams themselves . . .
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Godfeather rest in peace your presence here will not be forgotten.
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Rest in Peace, precious soul, might you fly high and be beloved from each in heaven like you were loved by us.
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Rest in Peace, never to be forgotton.
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Rest in Peace, dear one.
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I noticed on their profile that FG was last seen on Oct 20, so we can hope they had at least three more days of being reminded of how much they were loved and remembered here.
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Oh man…I had surgery on the 21st and have been wonked out on meds for the past few weeks. Coming back to myself now and came here to see if they had any new posts (seeing the end of days through their eyes has been such a tender, optimistic, joyful, sad combination of experiences in the best ways) and am so sad, but grateful to have had met them through here, their grace in this thread in particular has taught me a lot about myself and how I wish to live the rest of my life, in sickness and in health… in general. I hope they were able to feel the love and understand the impact they’ve had on us in their final days. What a way to be remembered. Rest in peace, friend.
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I had the same thought when Bonfire Night came and went. Oh, FG, I hope you knew how much we all loved you, and how much better you made our community.
I went back and read a bunch of old old emails from FG, including their playtest feedback for Psy High. One of their comments was about the prom-posal scene, where the PC could choose to send their date a Shakespeare sonnet. I’ll always think of FG now when I read this one:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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I was also rereading 12-13 year old messages from them today. FG was pretty much the first XoR playtester, and gave feedback that led to a total revision of the first couple chapters:
'Make Me Care About Them'
These should have been people not numbers.
At the moment your problem with the helots (well as far as I played) is that most of them are nameless, faceless, numbers. It’s a cause of ideals, not a cause of people. When five people die of starvation I view that as an acceptable loss because I’m playing a game. I don’t see the elderly woman who followed her grandchild, or the weak man in his thirties with the hacking cough, or the mother who insisted on giving her food to her children surviving on barely anything at all. I just see numbers.
I don’t feel the starvation myself. I don’t see the toll on the people, on their moods, making them lethargic, destroying their belief in the cause.
It’s just people need fed, nameless people that don’t matter and because I want to hurry on with the game I decide that I just won’t send out enough raiding parties, or I’ll stick to my ethics because those five people, or 45 people, they’re nothing but a stat where I the player will win or lose.
So how do I care about the people?
The weakness FG pointed out is still present to some extent in the final game – but it would have been a hundred times weaker without their input.
They were also a fan of…
The Traitor Mystery
FG in 2013: You’ll need a fresh pair of eyes for the “is Breden a traitor or not” thing. Which I incidentally think is an absolutely fantastic hook. I strongly suspect, from the amount of new information provided, especially experiencing what happens if I don’t interfere with the harrowing the first time around, that Breden is imprisoned but not harmed, that the answer is yes. So the question I’m now asking myself is then ‘why?’ I’d love for the answer to be no though. Please don’t give me the answer to anything though or tell me if I’m right or wrong. I shall wait patiently.
Me: Never fear. You’ll get no answers from me. 
FG: Even if I beg don’t tell me. It’ll just ruin the story for me. I read the last pages first of most books because I hate this sort of suspense. If it was a novel I’d be skipping ahead for the answer. If it was a finished game I’d be poking at the code to try and discover the answer to save myself the anxiety of “NOOOOO!!! HOW COULD YOU!?” I will go to wikipedia and read spoilers so I don’t get annoyed when movies turn out different from what I hope. But no! It’s all trapped in your brain and I’m not psychic yet.
And now I’m crying again, because I couldn’t finish the damn thing in time to give FG the chance to find out what I had in mind.
A month and a half ago, I made them an offer:
We exchanged a bunch of messages after that – precious stuff. Catching up on how life has been for them over the last couple years. Confirming how much we loved them (they were really astonished and moved by the response on this thread and DMs). Sunsets from their hospice window:
But–to the end–they didn’t accept any spoilers.
Love you, friend. Thank you so much for everything.
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