Got 359 today, and its a great final issue, abet a poiniant one. it is how ever the timeto give one last fairwell.
So without further adoo (The bard's still on the run ;) )
The Day that Dragon Died (With apologys to Don McLean)
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that natural 20 used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make my players dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But April made me shiver
With every page the net deliverd.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about the things they cried,
But something touched me deep inside
The day that Dragon died .
So bye-bye, to this DM’s delight.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of rules,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the SRD tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to roll just so?
Well, I know that you’re in love with cash
`but of my game you’ve made a hash.
You both kicked off your shoes.
I hope to god a job you lose.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a bag of dice and one of guts,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day that Dragon died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, to the dreams and the Die."
Drove my chevy to the game store,
But the game store was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."