We lost one of the good ones, boys. Pour a 40 oz. of Mountain Dew out on the ground this evening after the dayball sinks beneath the horizon.
For realz, bro. Hack to the Slash to the Mish Mash Master signing off is a huge win for bad gaming and a huge loss for honest actors around the hobbyscape.
There’s a big wall of text over there that amounts to, “Life is crazy right now. Screw this, I’m go have a juice box.” Which is cool. A man has to take care of his kids and a lot of times his wife’s boyfriend’s kids while she’s off getting her nails done which we all know is a euphemism for blowing johns to make her crack habit ends meet not that I’m bitter because this post isn’t about me, it’s about the Hack Man. He sees the looming battle on the horizon between the angles and de mons and he’s checking out to get his head on straight and refocus on the little battles.
He was a powerful voice in gaming circles with a lot of great ideas. Quantum Ogre is top notch pontificating that totes helped clarify a lot of vacuous and fatuous nonsense in the hoity-toity gaming egghead circles.
He’ll be missed by everyone around Chez E. Reagan’s gaming table, I tell you whut.
Vaya con dios, you can slash my master any time.