Fires were started and they are coming. One of them won’t be back. And life cannot but keep going on. In this thirty nine seconds sequence their faces already say they’ve been there, and will go again.

So a simple story, but got me deep. Love that kind of narrative.

On August 11, I attended a small ceremony for a British soldier from this base in Helmand who was killed in combat the day after Benjamin passed. His name was Joseph Etchells. I was told how Joseph died in a bomb ambush, and that his last request was to be cremated, loaded into a firework, and launched over the park where he used to play as a kid. When Joseph’s last request was explained, I burst out laughing and the British soldier who told me also was laughing. The absurd humor of Joseph’s request was familiar, and it was as though Joseph were standing there with us, laughing away.

As seen here.

Gary Gigax ha muerto. -_-

Más información aquí. Un corto comentario de otro de los grandes sobre Gary Gigax.

BoingBoing ha republicado una entrevista realizada en 2003, para quien le suene el nombre, pero no lo acabe de ubicar.

Te cayese bien o mal, te gustasen o no sus juegos, comulgases o no con sus ideas sobre el rol… uno de los “padres fundadores” nos ha dejado.