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Friend, former Joystiq editor Andrew Yoon passes away at 29

Xav de Matos , @Xav
02.01.15
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On Thursday, January 29, friend and former Joystiq editor Andrew Yoon tragically drowned while on vacation in Austin, Texas. He was 29.

Following his tenure at Joystiq, I was fortunate enough to convince Andrew to pick up his life in New York and join me in Los Angeles as part of the Shacknews editorial team. In 2012, Andrew became the site's Editor-in-Chief.

But Andrew outgrew his passion for writing about games and his ambition rekindled a childhood dream to create a game of his own. In September 2014, Andrew and his partners secured over $16,000 in funding in a Kickstarter campaign to develop Divorce! The Card Game, which is set to launch later this month. In January, he and a team of creators won an award at GXDev 2015 for the game Cactus Seeking Hug (play it, it's brilliant).

Andrew was a spirited friend and co-worker, with an unrivaled passion and vast void for a stomach. He was always cheerful, stylish and hungry. His slim frame could consume an ungodly amount of food – seriously, his Twitter was 90% photos of things he was about to eat. He was kind and funny, a conversation with him was always guaranteed to bring a smile to your face. If you needed help, like a couch to crash on, he was there. At one point in our lives we managed an editorial team together; we shared airtime on the podcast Weekend Confirmed; heck, we even lived in the same small apartment complex in Los Angeles. Although our interactions became limited to small conversations and giggles between meetings at press events in recent years, I will always consider him a friend.

Our condolences go out to Andrew's friends, family and colleagues at his startup Anyo. For those able, a memorial fund has been set up to cover burial costs and to honor his memory.

Joystiq Editor-in-Chief Ludwig Kietzmann remembers his dear friend in a letter after the break.


Missing that flight was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I got to spend a day with Andrew Yoon, who would become not only a friend, but an uplifting influence delivered only in rhythm to his weird travel patterns. If I was ever unsure, unsettled or upset, he'd be sure to arrive in town and put me back on track. Yoon was the guy who made me imagine a strange pattern hidden in our lives, holding it all together.

It was late, I was low on cash and I had scarcely been in the United States, never mind a sprawling city like New York. Sleeping in the airport, waiting for my next flight back home, I tried calling a colleague I had just met during our work covering a show. Internet connectivity and smartphone capability not being what it is today, I relied on Andrew's instruction to successfully escape JFK, venture into the subway and – this part was important – take the bus, but not too far.

So, of course, I stayed on the bus too long and nearly ended up in Queens. I arrived at his apartment hours late, exhausted, and expecting to find an irritated party. Instead, Yoon let his worry for my wellbeing turn into a bit of a lecture. He left the next morning for a teaching job, leaving me an insanely detailed set of instructions for turning on the TV and the PlayStation 3, just in case I got bored.

Being stranded in New York became a tradition the next year – every time I traveled to the U.S. for an event, I'd spend a week with Yoon. I'd consider a trip without 'Yoon Week' a failure.

Living and working with pals is meant to be easy, but I hadn't often encountered a friendship quite so easy and so rewarding as this. There was never a pause in our conversations, never a doubt as to what to mock or cherish. We laughed so much. I'm convinced Yoon did most of the emotional work in our relationship, the energy spilling out from some infinitely replenished mechanism inside of him. I was just a satellite that couldn't escape the orbit, even if I wanted to.

And whatever this machine was, I know that it was, at least partially, fueled by gigantic helpings of meat. Look, Andrew and I ate a lot of desserts together – this one time we ate a pizza covered in Nutella and marshmallows – but I could never compete with the epic barbecues, pork chops, ribs, burgers and weird meat-fusions he put away. I still find it unbelievable.

I don't think this letter is doing him justice, but I'm still hampered by sadness and disbelief over his sudden disappearance from my life. I'll never be able to accurately portray his effects on me, his colleagues and friends, because he was so effortlessly and inseparably woven into our lives.

In short, I can only tell you that he had the kindest heart and the biggest stomach. He wrote about games passionately, outgrew them and eventually found a way to make his own. He let me crash on his couch so often, I probably owe him rent. He rejected setbacks, no matter how grave, and always lured you into a better view of the world.

We were lucky to have just one of him, and at a permanent disadvantage to have one fewer.

I'll miss you so much, Yoon.

- Ludwig

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