Before I 'mourn' for the bloke that gave me an intense hatred of dice and probability, I want an expedition formed to check he was actually dead and hasn't gone astral walking and simply forgot his 'home address'!
I stil remember my uncle dumping his bike jacket on my shoulders and saying "This is what a mailshirt feels like" then giving me the big red box set for my tenth birthday a little later.
Odin Muddleboot was born that day and still hasn't quite died twenty years later...
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Failed his saving throw against death, and no cleric around to revive him.
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I didn't have the nice plaque though.
You know we said at the weekend that Bill Hobbs was why we were there.
In truth, this man is why I was there.
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Odin Muddleboot was born that day and still hasn't quite died twenty years later...
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