Chantelle Mae Adamache

Chantelle May Adamache 

September 30, 1979 – December 26, 2025

I met Chantelle Mae Adamache, also known as Cryptameria in July 2018 on an android game forum called Resources. 

The game involved something I enjoyed; outdoor activity. You walk around looking for virtual minerals to build a virtual business empire.

Believe it or not, the game involved.…acquiring resources. 

A real world resource I possess is the ability to compose poetry. So, I discovered on the forum that if I wrote a few lines that rhymed, players would pay me in-game cash to write about them. 

I used the tagline, “To all ranks and stations, a poem for your donations.” When I would log in to the game, players would greet me as “the Bard.” 

This provided me with more in-game resources and cash than if I actually played the way it was intended. I ended up on the high score table with this method.

Within the forum, I met an animal control officer named Stewart from London and an artist named Cryptameria from British Columbia who were close friends. 

They encouraged me to write a character sad, hurting, and full of rage. I gave it some thought, and The Beast was featured. As the game was ongoing and I always needed fresh material, I wrote the character’s mood based off of the Lunar calendar. If the moon was full, he was confident and if it was waning, he would fall into depression. 

As online things go, some writing requests from players exceeded my level of comfort. 

I developed  a character named The Brother. The Brother laid down the law in the forum. He prevented the Bard and Beast from getting carried away. Everyone hated The Brother.

After playing a while, I outgrew the game but became attached to my new acquaintances. I left a goodbye and provided an email address.

Cryptameria and a few others reached out and encouraged me to write an online story about the Bard, Beast, and Brother. 

I was a little overwhelmed, but Cryptameria, a University of Victoria graduate, provided me with the tools to get started. My initial chapters were written on a shared Google document and on Blogger, and most of my readers were from Resources. 

In December 2018, With a notepad and clicker pencil, Cryptameria shared artwork depicting the Bard, Beast, and Brother. I was thankful and a little amused that a classically trained artist would use these materials as a medium. 

During this time, I learned that Cryptameria had been living with a man that was physically abusing her and she fled, homeless and unemployed. Off and on she slept at a hostel but was terrified of being assaulted and subsequently slept outside. On December 20th, 2018, amidst rolling seas and falling trees,  hunkered under a park pavilion,she weathered the worst windstorm in recorded British Columbia history.

Cryptameria alluded to a small cash flow providing her the means to pay for small expenses, but was unable to find housing or employment.. I encouraged her to pray about her predicament .   

Initially unaware of the circumstances, I cannot express how humbled I am that someone surviving the winter outside would take the time to provide me with writing advice, let alone draw me a picture.

Around this time, I began to know Cryptameria as Chantelle Mae Adamache. 

Cryptameria means hidden places. There were no hidden places in my interactions with Chantelle. 

In lengthy emails, Chantelle trusted a stranger with her life story. It was a tale of perseverance from an abused little girl to an adult impact statement of sorts to the horrors of the film industry.

Given her experiences, and her time as a film actress in her twenties, Chantelle was understandably anti-Hollywood and passionate about women’s rights especially in the film industry. 

Chantelle was very spiritual and in trying to find her way, explored a few paths with great enthusiasm. 

During my time of knowing her, she experienced Cornerstone Pentecostal Church in Victoria, British Columbia and was baptized in Jesus Name, receiving the Holy Ghost. This was a turning point for Chantelle and she found work and housing. 

Estranged in many ways, Chantelle desired family connection. 

She made me promise to never let her go. I made a pact to be her brother and have stood by that pact ever since. 

The relationship between Chantelle and I was one of siblings. 

With a resume chock full of biological younger sisters and “adopted” sisters in a church family, I am quite familiar with the role.

Chantelle was a loyal little sister and in our correspondence she told me “I love you fiercely, Brother.” 

A proud Canadian, Chantelle Adamache was a fan of the Leafs, checkered shirts, lumberjacks, Maple Syrup,Victoria BC, freedom of speech, and  importantly, the stupidity of cows.

I learned to pronounce the word  “about” correctly and learned the proper spelling of Colorful Colorado to be Colourful Colourado. 

Chantelle’s impact on my life is undeniable. 

Though struggling to meet her basic needs, Chantelle never stopped encouraging me to write or be successful. I cannot even comprehend it. 

I continued to write and my viewership on Blogger grew.

I pitched the idea of a website to my father, and I began feverishly tweaking paragraphs and self editing. In August 2019,  the first chapter of the Ongoing Tale on Brothers Campfire made its debut. 

Without Chantelle, wouldn’t have met such characters as the Bard, The Beast, The Brother, Wispy Sapling, Violet, or Watchman Wayne.

I would never have known the answer to the question:

“What is a snail without a shell or a beast without his forest?”

Simply, and profoundly, the answer is nothing. 

Chantelle’s art is posted prominently on my website and in my office. I would never have experienced a literary journey without her. 

Chantelle is a testament to the ripple effect. I am a better man after meeting Chantelle. 

There were oceans of depth in Chantelle Adamache’s blue eyes. 

Still waters ran deep.

In February 2025, Chantelle informed me that she had a life altering medical condition and that she had a short time. 

Two weeks before Christmas 2025, she thanked me for helping her respect herself, informed me she made peace with her family, that she loved me fiercely, and was ready for Christmas. 

Communication Ceased.

Chantelle’s last video log a well thought out goodbye. She said she was exhausted and needed some rest, wishing us all a happy holiday.

Fearing the worst,  I started looking for an obituary. 

The day after Christmas, she fell asleep and never woke up.

Chantelle, I cannot bear that you are gone.

I love you fierce, little sister.