Yeah, I was saddened by the news. I was quite proud that he was originally from Chicago.
So, a D&D story......
Okay, so in a long running campaign my friend John ran, I was playing a cleric named Bennel Zargos, and the guy started off very cocky since he was gifted at a very young age, and decided to strike out as an adventurer with a very eclectic gang of, for lack of a better word, heroes. Over time, he humbled a bit, but it was after a series of very unfortunate accidents, like being swallowed whole by a purple wyrm, being swallowed whole by a huge zombie shambling mound, being swallowed whole by something new almost every other month. It was a running gag of sorts.
Anyway, the party is facing a gang of tough earth elementals, and we manage to get them all except for one. Previously, the druid had cast Misting Fog in an attempt to hide then run away, but she caught other party members in it, including myself. There was an edge of a cliff in the cave where this was all taking place and was established that it dropped down to a pool of water at the bottom, so I started inching towards it, in hopes of climbing down or something, but the earth elemental is following me. I get to the edge, and I had to decide quickly what I would do, so....I dove, hoping that the water would break my fall. It did, including bruising it, and knocked me down pretty badly. The elemental follows, so I throwing everything at it in hopes that it would fall before me, but it gets a lucky shot in and kills me. That's the way the game goes, but one of the other players who was also taken out then quips:
"Well, at least he didn't swallow you!"
