He botched the saving throw...

 On Tuesday, Gary Gygax,  the co-creator of Dungeons and Dragons, one of my absolute favourite past-times, passed away. 

http://entertainment.msn.com/news/articl e.aspx?news=303923 

He was the ubernerd, the one nerd to rule them all. And now he's gone... *sigh* 

I started playing Dungeons and Dragons when I was about twelve years old and have been an avid fan ever since. There's nothing quite like the camraderie of a good gaming group creating a collaborative story armed with books, character sheets, weird shaped dice, and plenty of pizza, soda and other snack food. I owe a lot of my creative development (as well as my understanding of character and story, my improvisational drama skills, the maintenance of my sanity through highschool, my mental math skills, the development of several key friendships, and my knowledge of small group combat tactics) to that game. 

Tomorrow, my 'Strategy Game Club' *coughD&Dclubcough* will meet afterschool. I think I will ask my group to take a minute of silence in memory to the man responsible for the game they've come to embrace as an essential element of their identity.  

Then I'll have them trash some orcs. 

EDIT: History was shared, a moment of respect was given, and many orcs were hacked to bloody bits.