Frank "Father Guido" Gaudious - February 24th, 1969 to October 16th, 2021

[Gomez Adams]

I met him when I was 14 years old. He was my brother. I will miss him dearly.



Whoever you are, wherever you are, no matter what you believe: GET THE FUCKING SHOT!

 

[Zeedox]

My condolences for your friend.

 

[Hugo Stiglitz]

Sorry man. That's gotta suck.

 

[Gomez Adams]

So I get a text from Amanda (Frank's fiancé). She's going through some of Frank's things trying to get the house organized. Here's how that went:

A: Hey, did you and Frank every play D&D?

Me: Yes. Many moons ago.

A: Ok. He bought a coffee mug for you and I think he was waiting for Christmas to give it to you. It has been sitting in the bag for a couple of months and I was pretty sure he said he bought it for you. So I have that to give to you as well. I just saw it on the shelf and remembered what it was.

Me: Awww. Very cool. All of us in the apartments played when we were kids. I was the DM. Frank, Chris, Andre, Carlos et al were the players.

A: Well it makes complete sense then. It's most definitely yours.

 

[Zeedox]

Pardon my laughter but it's the perfect gift for a DM (at least any I knew).

 

[Gomez Adams]

It is. I was a stickler for the rules. They hated me for it. Man, we would have laughed our asses off. It would have been grand!

 

[Zeedox]

Oh? Have you met David? More then once the rule book flew into the character pieces and the ancient question was asked once posed,
"Do you want to fucking DM?"

 

[Gomez Adams]

LOL! Same here!

I remember having to spoon feed them basic facts. In some cases it was like leaving a trail of bread crumbs so they could find their way to the logic.

One of the things they hated most about me was my strict adherence to encumbrance. I remember on one occasion as I checked the character sheets before play started, I looked at Chris and here's how that went:

Me: What the hell is this?

Chris: What?

Me: 100,000 gold pieces? Are you out of your mind?

Chris: I have an 18 strength!

Me: *sigh* Let's work with me here - a gold piece weighs about 3 ounces, right?

Chris: OK. Yeah. So.

Me: So roughly 5 gold pieces is a pound, right?

Chris: Yeah.

Me: So that means that 50 pieces is 10 pounds, 500 pieces is 100 pounds and so on. So by the time you get to 100,000 gold pieces, you're talking about 20,000 pounds. So, congratulations! You've crushed yourself to death under the weight of a fully loaded Peterbuilt. *Tears character sheet in half and hands it back to him*

 

[Zeedox]

Which is why when we were given a minor wish for returning an ancient runed drawven forge I wished for gauntlets of storm giant strength.

The fact that it pissed our cavalier off so much (since I wouldn't fight front line as a cleric) is a story for another day.

 

[Grimhogun]

I miss the old Advanced D&D game. It was awesome. My friends dad used to DM for us and he was really good. He had walls and all kinds of miniatures and all so you could really lay out what was happening. Shit I miss that. Far better than any video game I ever played.

 

[Gomez Adams]

We actually moved into ICE later on as it was based in Middle Earth and was, in my opinion, a much better gaming system.

But yeah. I miss it too. Good times!

 

[Hugo Stiglitz]

since I wouldn't fight front line as a cleric

Grow a pair. Get a mace and get in there you cowardly bastard.