Kenneth Burke Jr

You know plenty of times he would make everyone laugh. He always said what was on his mind... and never put up with any bullshit... lol one thing for sure--- he was for sure a hell-a-va- crazy and fun guy. You will always be missed Damage...

Damage is the reason I am in this clan. I was originally banned for "hacking" and after arguing about it, the ban was lifted. After this I started to hang around the server more and use the forums some (two forums ago). Damage found out I was military and gave me the vent and his xfire info (I was not in the clan, just a pubber). He told me that there would always be a spot for me in his server so in case it was full, jsut xfire him or hop on vent and he would clear a spot for me. Not to long later he asked me to join and after a week of him "bothering" me every time I joined the server, I accepted.

He was nice when there was no need to be. In a faceless arena where the worst in people is usually seen, he was a gentleman. Unfortunately not long after I joined he died. I did not know much at all about him, but I listened to the effect it had on the others. He was a well like man.

He was an asshole. I was an asshole. We got along.

Kenneth R. Burke aka Danage aka Stinkfinger.

I first met Damage thru a friend. I was banging her and he was banging her friend. I played games back then and so did he. But we didn't play the same games. We always argued over a game we could play together. He didn't like to fly and I was all into it. He was playing Counter Strike and I was playing Ghost Recon. Then he turned me onto CoDV and it was on. He hooked me up with the clan he was in at the time. Masters of Mayhem and we have been gaming together ever since. That was back in the early 2000s, maybe 2001.

But Damage being damage said the wrong thing in vent one day and pissed off a few people and was kicked out of the clan. I stayed cause the clan was the fucking bomb, but he bugged me everyday after he got it into his mind to start a clan and show up the clan that kicked 'em. So 4 joints later we formed ESAW.

We grabbed a server and learned the ins and outs of running one on the fly. We started recruiting people straight from the server, well he did, hince the first ESAW team were a ragtag bunch of kids that their balls had not dropped yet. And FLST.

Damage has always been in the car business and has that fuck you its my way or the highway persauna. I was the buffer back then to the real world as I was the calm one, if you can believe that. Kennys likes were strip clubs and hand jobs while getting his nails done. Fat girls and humvees. He lived with his family in jersey all his life and took care f them when they do it anymore. He was the best friend I have had in a very long time and I always miss em. But dont get it twisted he was an asshole and would tell you so himself. At the same time if you were in the clan or a friend he would bend overr backwards to do anything for you.

Everyone knows Damage on different levels and thats the way friendship is. The longer you know someone the more attached or repulsed by that person you may become.

So thats my part on stinkfinger. peace

Damage invited me into ESAW, even though it is readily apparent I suck.

I also remember his legendary TWL forum fights, he didn't take anyone's shit.

Damage was loud and in your face when he was on vent, especially when you would bring up politics and George W. Bush. Man, that was a button you could press and expect an instant explosion of potty mouth explicatives. However, when I would talk with him on the phone he was totally different. On the phone he was Kenny and he was kind and funny. You could talk with him for an hour about nothing lol!

Kenny was looking for a new job right before he died and since I was in Jersey I was trying to help him out. As tough as he was, you could tell he was scared at not being able to work and properly support his family. 3 or 4 times Damage kept asking me to meet him for drinks up North in my "neck of the woods". My schedule didn't allow for it and we never met face to face. The first and last time I was to see him, was at the funeral.

His Dad appreciated the flowers we got for him and he even chuckeled how I had them sign them with the clans tags! I will always regret not taking the time to meet with him. I still have his cell number as a speed-dial in my phone. Everytime I see it, I am reminded of a gentle giant with a vicious roar. I also keep it to remind me that tomorrow may never come, so you gotta get livin' today!

Unfortunately, I never had the privelage of being on vent to hear some of his rants, I'm sure I would have enjoyed them though. I wasn't asked to join the team until a month after his passing. However, some of the first days when I found the NYC server, hearing Damage and Wreck going back and forth had me thinking what crazy cats they were. Funny as hell too. And despite my 100+ ping in the server, it ended up being the only one I played in. The rest is history.

So, RIP Damage, I'm sure we'll get to meet sooner or later. You're buying the first round ;-)