A Star has faded from the universe...
A great man has died today. A very great man. A man whom I have never met, never once spoken with but who has shaped my life, in so many ways. Were it not for this man, I would not be the person I am today. I would not know the people I know. I would never have grown out of my shell as a child, I would have never worked some of my past jobs, and I would have never met my fiancee, were it not for this man.
The first Dungeon Master, the true Master; Gary Gygax has passed today. His games, his worlds, his characters have had such an amazing impact on my life, I cannot even fathom it without him. From my father teaching me Dungeons & Dragons, to the friends I've made across the table, the connections that one silly fantasy game has given me will last a lifetime. You will be missed, dear sir. May you roll 20s in the next game of life.
/salute
Eulogy of a Gamer
There is an empty chair,
At the table this day.
A hallowed place where,
A friend once played.
The roll of his rugged dice,
My ears do long to hear.
Or perhaps I would suffice,
If he should suddenly appear.
With character sheet in hand,
And a bag of Cheeze-doodles to share.
All his friends would stand,
As he sat in the empty chair.
I hear his voice a-callin'
And it ties my heart in a knot.
He cries, "Though a comrade has fallen,
You must play for those who cannot!"
His imagination now walks in the sun
With others who have none.
We've conquered worlds on the run,
He and I, but in the name of fun.
And as others may come and go,
I make both friend and foe.
But that I long for most
Is our past, now a ghost.
The first Dungeon Master, the true Master; Gary Gygax has passed today. His games, his worlds, his characters have had such an amazing impact on my life, I cannot even fathom it without him. From my father teaching me Dungeons & Dragons, to the friends I've made across the table, the connections that one silly fantasy game has given me will last a lifetime. You will be missed, dear sir. May you roll 20s in the next game of life.
/salute
Eulogy of a Gamer
There is an empty chair,
At the table this day.
A hallowed place where,
A friend once played.
The roll of his rugged dice,
My ears do long to hear.
Or perhaps I would suffice,
If he should suddenly appear.
With character sheet in hand,
And a bag of Cheeze-doodles to share.
All his friends would stand,
As he sat in the empty chair.
I hear his voice a-callin'
And it ties my heart in a knot.
He cries, "Though a comrade has fallen,
You must play for those who cannot!"
His imagination now walks in the sun
With others who have none.
We've conquered worlds on the run,
He and I, but in the name of fun.
And as others may come and go,
I make both friend and foe.
But that I long for most
Is our past, now a ghost.