The Dungeon Master himself has left us,
one of the fathers of our game, he was.
Gone he is, to that Great Gaming Table in the Sky,
failed his saving throw, I'm trying not to cry.
I am not a great poet, but gone is Gary,
I could not stay without, a word saying nary.
You gave us endless adventure and wonder,
heroism, fun, and why not, a little bit of plunder.
Dungeons, dragons, dwarves and elves,
you and Dave made it, so we could enjoy ourselves.
Sometimes we crit, sometimes we blunder;
but at our table, your name will always thunder.
The eepees, the magic, the loot, the treasure,
it all pales when compared to the pleasure
of gaming with your buddies. My eyes are wet
we gaming geeks will always be in your debt.
Now, for the DM himself, E. Gary Gigax,
let's go kill some orcs with a big-ass AXE!
















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*dabs at own eyes*
Both the poem and the graphic are fitting tributes.
=^__^=
Anneko
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We shall always be in their debt.
It's... hard to believe that he's actually gone, though. Ehehe, anyone have a priest?
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"Let me see you make decisions without your television." Depeche Mode, "Stripped".
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