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Alas poor Glimmerdim, I hardly knew ye. You were a poor Gnomeling Cleric/Thief, a loyal servant of divine Draper... but what gods smile on your bones, lost in the sewers 'neath Happenstance?

There was a Hackmaster tournament tonight in Toronto.

neosis lived. I did not. Let us drink libations to the heroic dead!

Also, I rolled 100 when making breakfast, so Glimmerdim had the added shame of serving charcoal-encased lard to his friends as his final act of questionable charity. But they didn't mind, god bless 'em. They didn't mind.

And in the end, I won the Tourney Prize. A Hackmaster PLAYER's Screen. Thus is balance restored to the universe.