That was beautiful and touching, with a good sense of humour. I share the sentinment exactly.
Godspeed, Gygax.
*Salutes*
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Two webcomics with their own tributes to Mr. Gygax.
I found them during my regular perusals and figured they'd be appreciated here as well.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Aw, that was great, Big H. 
Ditto Hero, this past week in DC I played D&D when not working at the convention. It was a blast and very old school hack and slash style, it was great fun.
Gary has been like one of those old friends you can always count on to help you play a game. 
So a raising of a flagon, and a round of mead, a toast to a master storyteller who helped me start down a road full of adventure heading to the Caves of Chaos and a wizards tower.
"May the adventure always lead you to a story you cann't wait to tell... Cheers"
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by Star Ranger 4 WIN LOSE OR DRAW, WE WILL FIGHT. WE ARE HEROES This is what we DO! |
Decide that this will be another day in which you Walk The Talk.
MA #14724 Operation: Discredit @American Valor
Sentinel Of Liberty SG
Axe High, Gary. Axe High.
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@Portland Underground
I first met you at the 1981 Gen Con, and again ten years later, I fought side by side with you in an arena event, I rolled my dice against you in the Finals. Mr. Gygax, DnD changed my life. DnD influenced my life and allowed my imagination to soar. It made me proud to be called "geek".
I cannot think of a world without the creativity of your mind Mr. G. I cannot possible comprehend how all role playing games would even exist without that great game that taught us old gamers how to believe in something so fantastic.
I know that now you must be heading up the greatest roleplaying tournament ever created in that GenCon in the sky. You will be missed Mr. G. more than you might ever believe. I will place my first d20 in a box and put it on my shelf and never touch it again in your honor.
My characters from all my games, pnp or computer, will have their heads hung low and in a moment of silence with black armband wrapped tight to give their final appreciation of your genius.
May the legend of Gygax continue forevermore. Let us all roll one more Crit in honor of the G! Peace Gary, Peace.
We should each contribute some loot so we can build a big Tomb for his body, and install lots of traps! With a killer trap in the first room.
and toss random monsters in there. And a statue puzzle.
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Just a little something for a great man))
The scratching of pencil, the rolling of dice
Bull rush, sneak attack, quick, cast wall of ice!
We have fun with this game; we all get a kick
May all of your hits be crits
The Saturday game, just like before
We sweep for treasure; we bust down the doors
Our pally and rogue even throw the same old fits
May all of your hits be crits
But something seems wrong; there's something not right
We overcome challenges with magic and might
Even though something's off, we still scored a hit!
May all of your hits be crits
Something's just off, there's something askew
Like a 5 by 10 tunnel with a gelatinous cube
The world's just less fun without you in it
May all of your hits be crits
Even though you're not here, you're not really gone
You're still in our hearts, and the game must always go on
We'll always remember your charm, smarts, and wit
May all of your hits be crits
And so, we say goodbye, even though we don't want to
Everyone has their time, we know it's something you must do
And one day, us too, and we'll sit right beside you
And you'll run our campaign, much better than I do
And that day, good sir, I'll turn 'round right to you
I will plead, and ask, Please, no spike filled pits.
May all of your hits be crits
And with a sly smile, and a gleam in your eye
You'll respond, Reflex save, DC 20 give it your best try!
Nat 1, my result, face up on my die
I ask, May I at least know my character's demise?
A shrug of your shoulders, you laugh and say Might as well
Not a pit, a spiked ceiling, and a reverse gravity spell
Your character is impaled on the ceiling from hell!
The air is tense, what happens now?
Am I angry? Enraged? Will a fight go down?
But I laugh, as do you, and for my dice, I do reach
I hold out my hand, Hey, pass me another sheet!
The game moves full swing
With all calling their saves and hits
May all of your hits be crits