Diluation:Dear readers of Remnant of a Rose, Iron Rose, anybody who's read Ptabs' work… it is with a heavy heart to that I must inform you; that Ptabs has passed away. He passed away due to an allergic reaction to a surgery complication a week ago. Before I give my peace, I will let the others speak first. Starting with those who worked on this project long before I have.

MElee: I'm terribly sorry about the loss. I have lost people like that from such circumstances and I hope he earns a good rest. He has my prayers from the bottom of my heart. And any works he has will not end up like RWBY and will remain to his original vision, however much we can muster. That said, I will pray for him and for his eternal rest.

Animeak116:Hey guys animeguy here… and well we just recently received news from Ptabs' brother that we lost our Head Guardian. We wish his family well in these rough times. Sufficient to say that's all I have for you. He was a great guy to get to know while we wrote our stories that were apart of his wonderful universe he made. I pray his family can get through this as it. And hope that the man above can show them through this. I have lost a lot of family members but never any people I could call a friend. Sure we had our disagreements on ideas but we still called one another friends. Anyways I pray that his family can get through these tough times. See you guys next time.

Dustiniz117: Ah dammit dammit dammit! Another good fanfic author has fallen. And unfortunately, there is no Ghost to revive him. But we, my fellow authors and I, will do our best to do his story right. We pray that his family can get through this time of mourning.

Aquilos: Hey guys, Aquilos here. I'm not very good with dealing with heavy emotional stuff so I'll keep my words as brief as I can. I may not have known Ptabs for long, but in the time I did, I fell in love with his work and writing. Everyone here had, otherwise we would not have decided to carry on his torch. I think many of us here on this team, imagined that this would be an eventuality, we were just praying that it would never come to pass. And yet here we are, living in the reality that the man who brought Fireteam Nero together has passed into the Light. I will miss him. I will miss him alot. But now, it has become even more important for me, for us, to carry his legacy on, for so as long as his work outlives him, he would not have died.

Diluation:I'm going to be outright on this with you guys… I kind of expected this. And it's not because I wanted him to go. This story is what brought me into the RWBY fandom, and is what inspired my own story.

I have long accepted that death is an inevitable part of life and I myself have seen so many people and loved ones pass during my lifetime, more than I think a person normally should.

I would go on, but… well, this isn't about me, and I only wished to be honest with you all about how I feel. It's Ptabs' family, especially his brother who has informed us this today, and is passing his notes to us, that need the shoulder to grieve on. I can only imagine what his family must be feeling right now. Knowing he could've lived, if not a little longer.

I apologize if the news has ruined your day like it had ours, but someone had to deliver. We will continue pushing on to make more chapters. May Ptabs find himself in a better place, whether it'd be enjoying the life of a super soldier kicking alien ass, or just simply knowing that we will keep moving on. Wherever he is now, I want to, we want to, let him know that we will keep up his legacy until the last flame dies and all words have been spoken.

And before we sign out, we would like to leave with you all the words of the late Monty Oum,


"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams are something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."

― Monty Oum

We are Fireteam Nero, signing out.