Mamba 25 ch01 Obituary

Latest revision as of 01:50, 30 June 2007

  you can't really deny it.
  the computer is a part of our real
  life.

  by reading the following pages
  everyone will understand, will have
  to admit it though.

  these lines were written by jrc in
  honour of jr predator, who was known
  as the funny spanish guy of the
  blasters inc.

  the guy we will keep in mind...



          who was jr predator ?

  the last 20th december, jr predator
  died.
  i'm sure that most of you have heard
  his handle once before in your
  computer life, others even were close
  friends to him.

  jordi (his real name) was one of the
  few left in the scene without enemies
   for him the c64 was his hobby #1,
  finding most of his friends with the
  help of his little & lovely c64.


  who has read a party report without
  his handle in there ? difficult...

  most of you will remember him as the
  europe mega-traveller #1. he was at
  the most important parties (crazy,
  dom, horizon and all the radwar
  parties.)

  but after a little introduction about
  him i'll try to explain his whole
  computer career.






  in 1987 jordi started his informatic
  university studies in barcelona.
  there was his first contact with the
  computer world. then he began to get
  in touch with other students with a
  c64 and made the decision to stop
  with his little zx 81 and so he
  bought a c64.

  after that he formed a local c64
  group called human torches. the
  members were jmj, amd, and him (jrp).

  all the c64 games spread these days
  were released by them, becoming the
  first real elite group here in spain.
  after these days they quit that group
  and he made the decision to run
  another group, but now with other
  members from other parts of spain.
  that group was called golden minds.
  (formed by foxbyte and him)

  after their first steps in the
  cracking activities, another spanish
  group appeared. those days there were
  alot of independants. in that year
  most of the legendary groups on the
  c64 were formed. the little crews
  didn't have anything to hold against
  the big ones. jordi saw that and
  organized a meeting at his place with
  some of the best local pirates.
  the 27th of june 1988, the blasters
  inc. were formed, by foxbyte, acm,
  bsr, jcs, bbc and jr predator. tbi
  was the first international group in
  spain. the good years came with all
  the spanish games released by tbi,
  but the real jump to the elite scene
  was managed by cracking 'operation
  thunderbolt', by tbi.

  with the time, most of the original
  members went to the amiga scene, but
  jordi never quit the c64.




  in 1989, another spanish group
  appeared, called the big ones, formed
  by sparky, the fox, mad joe and me
  (jrc). in that period i met jrp for
  the first time. these days we thought
  about joining forces and then we made
  the decision to quit big ones and
  joined blasters.

  in spring 1990, we started a
  cooperation with our friends in the
  ruling company. the leaders of both
  crews (jrp and action jackson) were
  close friends and it was one of the
  most important reasons to start the
  tbi+trc coop. it was a friendship
  cooperation...
  in spring 1991 the original members
  of the big ones made the decision to
  leave blasters because of internal
  problems with black hole (the member
  in madrid).

  already in spring 1990 the first real
  symptoms of jordi's illness appeared.
  his illness was increasing with the
  pass of time. the horizon easter
  party '91 was his last international
  travel. after that party his illness
  went worse until his fatal end.




  some months before his death, some of
  his best friends knew what could
  happen sooner or later. we didn't
  spread the word because we didn't
  have the right to do it.

  the blasters was something more than
  just a computer group in his life.
  it was like a way of life.
  only the people who have been a
  member of the blasters will know what
  i mean.

  the skiing was his second passion,
  spending all the weekends practicing
  this sport.

  also i can say that he was very
  generous to all his friends. his home
  was also the home of all his friends
  and i'm sure that many of you, by
  reading these lines, will remember
  the inter-rail days, sleeping at his
  place.

  i'm sure that he enjoyed the life as
  much as he could. it was the best
  decision of his life.






  about his character, he had a strong
  personality. all of us still remember
  his shouts. these shouts were part
  of him. when he lost his energy we
  began to realize that something was
  wrong.

  it just was the beginning of his end.
  he shared all he owned with his
  friends, like those weekends playing
  poker at his home till daybreak..

  jr predator was friends with all the
  elite's and never had any enemy or
  war with another group.




  the 20th of december at 7.00 my
  telephone rang. jordi just died a
  little while ago. blood cancer
  stopped his heart beating and he left
  us...













  the day i spread the word about his
  death, i only read good things about
  him.
  for once in a life-time, all the
  raggings and quarrels in the scene
  stopped.









  we understood that with him a little
  part of the c64 is gone, with all
  the parties, letters, conferences
  and meetings. for me and some of you
  it won't be the same without him.

  i felt the obligation to write these
  lines. perhaps because we had alot
  of things in common...
  our handle's jr predator and jrc,
  or names jordi and jordi, and the
  most important happening in our
  lives, our c64.




  i am sure that most of you want to
  demonstrate your last appreciation
  to him and don't know how, just send
  a letter to the following address:

            XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
            XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
            XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

    i'll give all the letters to his
     mother...

  whereever you stay junior, i wish
  you good luck!

                signed:     jrc/trc

  even rich of empire shows his
  condolence !?

  'kinda reminds me when we called
  mamasoft/ics and his mother kept
  telling us 'morte, morte, morte'.

  we never understood until we saw in
  a mag that mamasoft died in a car
  accident'





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