Rock, Paper, Shotgun

KingMob says:

There is an empty chair,
at the table this day.
A hallowed place where,
a friend once played.
The roll of his dice,
my ears long to hear.
Or perhaps it would suffice,
if he should suddenly appear.
With character sheet in hand,
and a bag of Cheeze-doodles to share.
All his friends would stand,
as he sat in the empty chair.
I hear his voice a-callin’,
and it ties my heart in a knot.
For he cries, “Though a comrade has fallen,
You must play for those who cannot.”
We conquered worlds on the run,
he and I in the name of fun.
And as others may come and go,
I make both both friend and foe.
But what I long for most,
is our past now long a ghost.

“Empty Chair Eulogy,” Knights of the Dinner Table
http://www.kenzerco.com/index.php?cPath=22_23

sigma83 says:

Farewell, and rest in peace.

Shamer says:

For giving us a portal leading to wondrous realms of imagination and showing us how to use it… I too shall respectfully raise a cup of Dwarven Ale with my party comrades, silent by the fireplace, in a tawern, in some distant land…

Alex Grose says:

Don’t know whether anybody noticed this from the Now Show this week.

Recoded it and uploaded it here:
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