The man who taught the world that dungeons could be profitable places to lurk in died yesterday.
Gary Gygax, the co-creator of Dungeons & Dragons died at age 69. The man who make it okay to be a geek, made it possible for us to step out of our confusing, sometimes troubled lives into a place where things were as simple as we wanted to make it. Orcs are evil, you're not, and you're the guy with the big sword--no easier equation.
I thought maybe a mind flayer had caught him, or a rust monster had crept up on him while he was standing on a high metal scaffolding, but no, plain old life got him in the end. Not the ending I expected for the man who brought us Elminster the Mage and gave us the Apparatus of Kwalish, the man who turned a few books and some funny-shaped dice into my bible and my chalice. His game helped me sharpen and develop my imagination to what it is today, helped make me a storyteller, helped me touch people's hearts. I haven't played in a very long time but I've still got my books, still have my black cloth bag of dice, and I still know that you never ever poke a dragon in his hoarde.
Resquiat In Pace, Mr. G. You were our paladin.