Hey guys, My name is Reaching Elysium, and I am JP's best friend. He had an accident earlier this month and died from his injuries. I have inherited all his stories and other stuff related to the internet from him like accounts, emails (he had many), games and all that stuff. I am here to tell you his stories are NOT , I repeat, NOT discontinued, he simply was feeling sick, and unable to update.

I am going to tell you the story of my best friend, JP MaShadow.

JP was born to the name of Joao Pedro Sousa Machado, on the 16th of April 1999, at 11:43 GMT, in St. John's Hospital in Porto, Portugal. He lived his first six years of his life in Portugal, with his family. On December 23rd 2005 he moved to Ireland, three months after his parents left to find work. He lived in a house with his parents and attended school in Carrigtohill, Co. Cork, for another two years. He then moved to a proper house with his parents in Kinsalebeg, on the border between Cork and Waterford. He attended to the Kinsalebeg National School for two years, being a victim of constant bullying not only by his peers but by his teachers. At the age of eleven, he moved schools to Clashmore N.S., where he had a better time. This is where I met him. Since then, we have both moved to secondary school. We finished successfully three years, our junior cert, and he hoped to get all A's, much like me, in all subjects.

JP was a revolutionary thinker, a person born 50 years too early. His abilities always outshined his disabilities, and to me he was the best friend ever. He had a great love in music, especially in electronic music, and had some of the best skill in writing I've ever seen.

JP was many things, a best friend, a boyfriend (to his girl), an amazing student, a good producer, a nice fellow gamer, a crazy classmate, and a person that lived his life as if nothing that had happened in the past bothered him. His parents would say he was a great son, and he would often complain they demanded a lot of him, yet he said if he ever won the euro millions half would go to his parents.

He was a golden-hearted boy, a teenage with dreams of pluralism and an ideal world where discrimination was not on the dictionary. A world where some of the rules that limit people or races or faiths from reaching there potential don't exist. A world where there is no terrorism, no rape, no violence, no wars. A world where you do not judge your fellow man, but you help him. A world where religion does not dictate the rules, but is a fulcral element in our society.

JP was not only a Visionary, born too early. He was not only a golden hearted boy. He had faults. He was stubborn. At times, egoistical. He was far too generous to the wrong people, and far too strict with people that tried to help him. He was often disrispectful, but half of the time it was justified. He was overly emotional and often took small things to heart due to years of bottling his emotions up.

However, the world has lost a great person, a potential future leader, someone with goals that could have achieved what no other man could.

R.I.P

Joao Pedro Felipe Sousa Machado

16/04/1999 – 02/07/2015