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Today I mourn the loss of my well used copy of Pathfinder #1. It had survived my game room flooding and even though it was water damaged still managed to run plenty of PCs to their deaths with gobliny goodness. I owned it before Pathfinder was an RPG back when it was just a line of adventure paths and even used it for prep as little as last year. But today after weeks of searching... I'm sorry this is so hard to say... I have to come to terms that I can find it nowhere in my house and seeing as how I would never lend out something so precious to me. I must assume that somehow through foolish recklessness for which I will never forgive myself. I no longer have a copy of the original issue of pathfinder.
Why must cruel fate mock me so? Was I so truly vile in a former life to deserve this awful punishment? Will I ever feel whole again? Will my copy of the Skinsaw Murders forever feel the cold naked press of air without the blissful warmth of Burnt Offerings back cover to lie against. Oh fickle gods of fate how have I angered you?