kidvicious2punk: i remember how he talked... so cooly.. never did get a word of it.. *sigh* good times...good times... man..am i gonna miss him... :(

omg.. the irc dare... man he was such a good sport about that... :P

... i think me fave was when he posted sommat like this: "yah i called syuu ....while pleasing myself with cheese..." good times....goood times.... i'll never forget when he got in that stereotype-war thingie with rebecca... and he told me what a wanker was....

irriplaceable man...

it seems so long ago since i talked to him... he would want me to be happy so im trying... i hope he's doing alright..

leopold: Ah... so many memories. Hard not to have them with a chap like Dayan, he was always doing summat crazy!

I remember when we first started in IRC chat, he was very much a lurker in those days, watching people chat to each other (or not) and saying nothing. I remember goading him into chatting many times - and how often he just refused, or say just a couple of words to us all. Then one time I collared him in there on his own, and we chatted for ages. After that, he opened up a lot more, eventually becoming the king of IRC.

I remember first giving him the moniker "D-Man", which I was happy to see stick

And during the meet, we set up the glass-eye prank on WeeJ. Once she noticed me filming her (and it took her ages to notice the eye in there!) Dayan took over the camera and filmed the moment when she noticed it in her drink.

Oh, and the fist-shaking. How many times he shook his fist at me in defiance, anger, or just for the sheer hell of it.

I know that this sort of situation usually makes people embellish things, but Dayan really was a great chap. He had so much time for people, a great sense of fun, a wicked sense of humour. And that laugh!!

I know that there are people here who were much closer to him than I was, but I know I'm gonna miss seeing him around a lot.

Blimey... every day I remember a few more...

The Pringles! How many convos we had about my latest scheme to keep his mitts off my stash of Pringles, and how he'd always come up with more and more weird and wonderful ways of defeating my security. Or failing that, just sneak past me while I went to get some... And on odd occasions, if I was a bit down about something, he'd share his Pringles with me. And I'd say something sarcastic to him about being generous with MY Pringles, and he'd just laugh at me.

And Soulseek. He got me into the idea of using it to get choons, especially from his puter (and especially especially the gaps in my Pixies back catalogue). Then he spent every available opportunity to call me a bandwidth hog!

Oh, and watching his face as he got to grips with the Bomb 20 track that Inky played for us both at the meet. He had a very bewildered "What the feck?" face on him for quite some time...

LoLo: I haven't posted here yet because where to begin is the hard part. Dayan has been around for as long as I can remember and there are just so many memories that I have that involved him. So let's see if I can do some of the more decent ones that still give me a giggle.

Well when the thread was started about who was better looking, Kiefer or Jason, I remember the arguments that took place between Debs and I. It didn't just take place on the forums, although what did take place began to be quite humorous. He and I sat there editting eachothers posts for the longest time, so the thread didn't really move, but the argument continued on. We tried to make it sound like the other said the other one was wrong by editting their posts. It was fun. In the end we called a truce and left our last editted posts up. In IRC we sat there and changed the room topics to things like Kiefer > Jason. I don't know if I'm remembering this correctly but I do believe he kicked me a few times during this.

During the good ole truth or dare games, I was dared to create Random_Trout to flirt with me and I came off all psycho and in the end everyone found out it was me. I remember before people found out it was me, (and later Cand, Leo, and Missy) that I dared Debs to try and wooo the Troutman and get him to marry him. In the end the wedding took place, but I think that was after everyone knew the truth about the Troutman. Later when the Troutman was brought back for comediac purposes Debs would throw a fit if the Troutman would flirt or have sex with other people, based on the fact that he was married to Debs.

A recent one was discussing the difference of cereals in IRC with Debs and SPS. I was trying to figure out what to eat before work and asked if I should have Coco Puffs or Corn Pops. Well there being that whole culture gap neither of them really knew what the other was. They did have a vague idea of Coco Puffs, seeing as in England there are Coco Pops, but upon finding a picture of Coco Puffs, Debs said, wow those are big. He was even more amazed at the size of Corn Pops. I ended up eating the Coco Puffs and later the remaining milk soured and left a horrid stench for me to try and figure out where it came from in my room.

The thing though that sticks in my mind the best though, is just the fact that Debs was always there in the chat room. If no one else was there, or at least no one else was talking, I could always count on Debs to talk to me and just simply joke around with me. I wish I could have been there more for him like he was for me. He made my days better, and was just such a welcoming presence whenever I would see him online.

Mata: It's hard to know what to say at times like this. I'm incredibly shocked, we all knew Dayan was having troubles but I don't think any of us really realised just how serious it had become.

It's always tempting to think that there is something more we could have done. From looking through his posts and his livejournal it's clear there was a lot more going on than he was telling anyone and I'm not sure that we could have made more difference to his life than we did. I hope that by knowing him and being his friends, we made the last few months less painful for him than they would have been otherwise.

I know I have personally enjoyed chatting with him and, for as much as I did, getting to know him. As this thread shows, lots of you knew him better than I, so the most I can say is that he was a really sweet guy.

He was the person who sorted out the IRC channel for me after it was first set up. He was really happy to be helping out and I was grateful for him to be taking control of something that I really didn't know about. I remember being told that he was so happy when he heard I'd made him a mod on these forums, he was on holiday at the time. I was glad to have made him so happy, and looking back on it maybe that was because, in making him a mod, I was saying I respected him.

He wasn't afraid to speak his mind on subjects but he would listen to others too. That's quite rare in a person.

He's now finding out what, if anything, happens next. Whatever finally drove him to this is now over and things are peaceful for him. His family and friends are the people who now have to live on with the knowledge that they have lost an intelligent, emotional man from their lives. As we remember him please also remember his family too. To suffer the loss of a child... Well.

The last few posts in his livejournal speak about a dream that he kept on having about his own death. Understandably this upset him a lot. I can't imagine what was going on during those last few days. I hope this was something he did without forethought, I don't like the idea of him dwelling on it.

Memories... Like I said before, I remember hearing how happy he was when I made him a mod on here. And of course, when we met up in Birmingham for the meet, the glass eye, the over-drinking, the apologies, the drunken dancing. It was a really cool night. We sat and talked about music for about half an hour. As I said earlier, he was a really sweet guy, I'm sad that I won't be seeing him again soon.

I've been crying a few times over the last day since I heard about this. It's so hard to know what to say when something like this happens. I guess that's something else he's managed to do, make me feel lost for words to describe something. I don't have that happen very often!

Thanks Debs, this one's for you.

Mingtea: I almost got him naked.

MistressAlti: two words... rubber duckie. =)

mostly i just remember this sweet guy who kept me company on the long afternoon waits between my calcII class and whenever Mike would come on. he was always so kind to me. he hardly gave me a chance to log on before he'd begin to care. "how's you?" he'd say. he always sympathized with me. not in a patronizing manner, just this calm, kind way that always made me feel better. i could tell him anything. and i did sometimes.

he's one of the few people in my life that never turned me away. never scraped me with a harsh word. just was there, always. whenever i needed him.especially when i needed him.

and i can't help but feel guilty, because he never came to me with his pain. i was so selfish. inconsiderate. maybe he couldn't trust me. i don't know.

i rarely told him how much he meant to me. i rarely told him that i loved him, but i did. i loved him too. i wish i could have told him that before he died. i can only hope that he knew.

monkey called narth: like the first day i was even on the forum i got on the chat and there was a couple of people on there too and i was talking to them and in walked debaser and everyone was sayigng hi and i asked him if hed mve my babie and he said 5 of them....

Mr Fuzzy: The eyeball. There's nothing like an eyeball in a drink.