As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move.
How to Run a Game (Part 25) - Just Do It
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Everything in this series so far has consisted of things I've learned by
running games, things I've learned by participating in games run by other
people...
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