I've been trying to get my shit together to post a response about this.
I've known Ixo for about five years now, and we've brainstormed and butted heads and plotted and played together in very small spaces for much of that time.
I was talking to my partner today (who does not MU*) about losing him. I have never lost a friend I have never met in the flesh until today. And that sounds strange, I know, but I did consider him to be a friend. We talk a lot of shit on this forum and in this hobby, and we are often cynical about one another and our motivations. And gods, but I did not agree with Ixo about so many things.
But we both loved stories. And great characters. And situations that were wonderfully impossible. And imagining how to be extraordinary...and often succeeding.
I like to think I knew a side of Ixo that maybe many people in his life did not, a real and genuine piece of him. Someone that wrestled with complicated and messy stories because life is complicated and messy, and as much as we often pretend (especially on MSB) that we have the answers, I'm not sure that there are 'answers'. There are, however, stories. And those are sometimes as real as anything in our lives.
Were the practical details of my life changed by knowing him? My job, my relationship, my home? Probably not. But I think none of us would come to MU*ing and stick around if it didn't illuminate and challenge us. My life is richer for knowing him and his stories, and he is an inseparable part of stories I will tell in the future.