Good Night, Sweet DM, And A Flight Of Archons Sing Thee To Thy Rest ...

It's been well covered in the news, but Gary Gygax shuffled off this mortal coil today. The Conspiracy salutes and mourns this geeky pioneer, who with his vision has given nerds something to do for the past thirty years. Here is our tribute (with apologies to the Killers):

You sit there in your basement,
Waiting on some beautiful elf
To save you from your orc foes.
You play for hours,
Watching him go
There he goes.

He only looks a bit like Gandulf,
But he runs a game like Tolkien,
Like you remember from when
You were young.

Can you delve this dungeon, we don't know
High levels than ever before,
You know you can make it if you cast those spells
That's working hard, harder now, in the Nine Hells.

We're burning down the Keep on the Borderlands,
Back into the Abyss with Portals,
Like when you were young, when you were young.

Goodbye, Mr. Gygax.