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Once ran a dungeon where he was asking the players to choose either door 1, 2, or 3. Each one led to a different part of the dungeon, with a random one chosen by me to be the most deadly section. The players were old enough to remember who he was (1985 or 1986) and loved it. A Carol Merril was a succubus.
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I happened across a story that he used to tell to people, retold by one of his granddaughters. As she told it, he was smart, precocious, and (after amusing himself during a long time on bed rest by reading anything he could get his hands on) finished high school when he was fourteen. His family was way too poor to afford to send him to college, though, so he worked in his dad's butcher shop. One day a fellow named Max Freed saw him there and asked why he wasn't in school. When Monty told him, Max made a secret deal with him (his first and best, as he would put it): Max would lend him the money to go to college, with a few conditions. Monty had to keep an A average, he had to pay Max back when he could, and he had to try to do the same for at least one person. Monty went off to college and discovered that he loved performing. He got his good grades, he eventually repaid Max, and after his success he sent a whole lot more kids to college.
I don't know if Max lived to learn what had become of the butcher's boy he helped out--I'd like to think he knew, though.