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.
The Devolution of Roleplaying
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It is stories like THIS that make me realize how much roleplaying had
devolved into pure trolling for some people.
The player of Old Man Henderson
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