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Title: RIP GARY GYGAX
Post by: ganonbanned on March 04, 2008, 06:58:46 PM
A sad, sad, day in gaming history  :no:


Title: Re: RIP GARY GYGAX
Post by: Tan on March 04, 2008, 07:15:11 PM
Indeed it is. I'm a huge fan of D&D as well as the Greyhawk novels he wrote. If not for him I doubt I'd be playing RPGs or reading nearly as much as I do.


Title: Re: RIP GARY GYGAX
Post by: ganonbanned on March 04, 2008, 07:21:01 PM
If he wasn't born, There wouldn't be RPG's. 


Title: Re: RIP GARY GYGAX
Post by: OatBob on March 04, 2008, 10:38:31 PM
I never played D&D, but I acknowledge his contributions to the fantasy genre.


Title: Re: RIP GARY GYGAX
Post by: The Metamorphosing Leon on March 05, 2008, 12:11:46 AM
i r sad

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Title: Re: RIP GARY GYGAX
Post by: Zimbacca on March 05, 2008, 04:25:56 PM
[img width=550 height=692]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v326/freak-boy124/20080304.jpg[/img]


Title: Re: RIP GARY GYGAX
Post by: The Metamorphosing Leon on March 05, 2008, 05:29:22 PM
It's so hard not to ask...what loot did he drop?


Title: Re: RIP GARY GYGAX
Post by: ganonbanned on March 05, 2008, 06:50:29 PM
It's so hard not to ask...what loot did he drop?
Hahaha, that reminds me, today in a star frontiers campaign I'm in some dumbass tried looting a sandworm... hahahha!!!
 
On a more serious note (not written by me)
A Eulogy for a Gamer

There is an empty chair,
at the table this day.
A hallowed place where,
a friend once played.
The roll of his dice,
my ears long to hear.
Or perhaps it 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.
For he cries, “Though a comrade has fallen,
You must play for those who cannot.”
We conquered worlds on the run,
he and I in the name of fun.
And as others may come and go,
I make both both friend and foe.
But what I long for most,
is our past now long a ghost.