Did he officially die or something??!?
Or are we just presuming he’s dead? I scanned 2 months of comments and I’m not sure, but I organized a determined mission to find bloodymage: not only did I look in nearly 3-4 church parking lots on Google Street View searching for signs of habitation, I also Googled his name and went through almost the entire first page of results above the fold. No fucking luck.
So he’s probably dead? There’s no need to review bm’s legacy here and we’re in the trust tree so I think we can speak honestly about him: bloodymage was an utter fumbledick, a category 4 moron who made the planet functionally stupider. And yet…
God damn was this man lovable when viewed from afar! “There but by the grace of God go I” is powerful entertainment, and I know that if my Mom had sniffed more paint while I was in the womb, that could be me thanking email@example.com for his kind words about my blog. Or lamenting the lack of checkered tablecloth availability in Prescott, AZ. Or traveling 2000 miles and accidentally showing up 2 weeks early to a con. Or… you get the picture.
So, I’m not here to bury bm. I’m here to praise him. bm is the petty god of retarded aging neckbeards (please stat him up in comments for D&D, WFRP, Rune Quest, and Twilight: 2000), and could there ever be a divinity more appropriate or necessary to this hobby? I urge everyone, in memory of bloodymage: find room for a “Golanda” in your campaigns. It doesn’t have to stink, it could be just Golanda the Bar Wench, or the Free City of Golanda tucked into that corner of the map your players will probably never go, or Golanda the evil wizardress who died a thousand years ago, or whatever. Take that little bit of Golanda that lives in all our hearts and make it an official part of your campaigns, and celebrate the fucking idiots we love and laugh at that make this hobby special, in the Life Goes On sense. And if your Golanda is stinky, well that’s just gravy…
New Year’s Resolutions:
I want to do a F.A.T.A.L. play by post, probably taking the party through Dark Albion in search of big titties or a rape tournament or something…
More crying about men’s rights, I feel like everyone forgets Grim Jim even exists.
Publish my CARCOSA reskin, where Sorcerers are the Federal Government, Black Men are slaves and they like it that way, and maybe dial back the raping little kids 25-50%.
FIND GREG CHRISTOPHER! (I promised myself not to post here until he went live again on G+, but it’s just been too long…)
Hang out with Scott when he’s on one of his meth benders.
Also, I think we all need to be reminded that this exists: