With Aploogies to Oscar Hammerstein and Jerome Kern

That Old Dungeon Master

The old Dungeon Master, that old Dungeon Master,
He don’t play nothin’, but he keeps on runnin’
That old Dungeon Master, he just keeps rolling those dice.

He don’t play GURPS,
And we all know he don’t play Mage.
But them that play ’em, are soon forgotten, that
Old Dungeon Master, he just keeps rolling those dice, oh yes he does.

You and me, we hack and slash,
Our characters all achin’ and racked with pain, now listen!
Lift that chest, you’d better, kill that mook,
And if ya’ fumble it a little,
You’ll be reachin' for the book.

I’m so weary, and sick of tryin’,
I’m tired of gennin’, but afraid of dyin’.
That, that god-darn’ Dungeon Master, he just keeps rolling those dice.
Keep on rollin’ those dice.

Keep on rollin’ those dice.
Old Dungeon Master don’t you stop your way.
Keep on runnin’ from the north, the south, the east or west,
You gotta roll it ...


Originally it was going to be titled Old Games Master but I decided I needed a focus.

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League News

I'm beginning to suspect that my Bloodbowl Team is somehow spiritually linked to Dundee FC. Both are "Premiership" teams (although the BBL is only premier due to it's being the only one) and both are in serious financial difficulty and oh yes, both are incapable of winning a match. I lost again today, 4-1, hammered by Socialite's Coffin Dodgers. What am I doing wrong? This time I didn't make any prize money even!

In other news...there isn't any! Although in the past I've compared my life to Charlie Brown's at least he managed to get a kite stuck in a tree or something on a weekly basis. Ho-hum.

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