So.
Monty Oum, the creator of Haloid, Dead Fantasy and RWBY is dead.
All I knew of him was his name. I had no idea of his character or life.
Yet, his death had an emotional impact. I found that strange, and it took me some thought to figure out why - I mean, it's not like all the things he did also vanished.
Creative people dying... hurts. They will never make anything more.
As long as they're here, the... potential range of things they might create, still exists.
News like this underline my own character flaws.
There's a great volume of works within me, enough that I am easily paralyzed by just trying to decide what to focus on.
I'm not saying that any of it is any good, or that it's... coherent enough to be easy to get out, or that I have the ability to do so to my satisfaction.
It's the "Poof, gone" which I find unacceptable.
