Warm greetings, my long-time friends and Gorefest Dungeon comrades! Though October has came and went, it brought with it no evidence of autumn—not even the slightest hint of cold winds nor vibrant fall colors. The calendar date was the only metric by which one could consider the season any other than summer. The weather misbehaved terribly, impersonating its hotter seasonal sibling in every way. Last week, I walked around the farm shirtless. Two weeks ago, I ran the air conditioner upstairs and I'm loath to ever do so. Having lost my summer to the mountains of Colorado, I never complained. In fact, this has been the warmest, most beautiful autumn I ever recall. I can't say it's been the best, though. Darkness comes in many forms, unfortunately. After losing my father in a car wreck in April, 2014, my mother received news of what could have potentially been just as devastating: breast cancer. I think we're through that woods now, though. I'll let that topic rest. Neither will I stir my own personal demons with more than a mention beyond saying I've become more withdrawn from society. All things considered, I've not had even the slightest desire to return to long stints at the computer desk. I've not laid one plan for Gorefest Dungeon since we last met, but instead have spent more time in the saddle than in any previous year of my life. Losing my summer made me want to regain lost time, and that's what I've done. The changing colors this year have been breathtaking and it's been warm and dry; perfect conditions for riding horses! It's my favorite season, and this year, it's never given me an excuse to remain indoors. If you're missing Gorefest Dungeon just as I am, then the good news is that today is the first day I felt the sting of a chill wind. The sun sets sooner and sooner, and nights are growing colder, much colder. Though we've not had our first frost(!), it's not long coming. The bad news, though, is that I have no home Internet connection other than the satellite, which has far too high of a latency for real-time conversation. Belay you fears, though! I do believe I have a solution, even two, perhaps. Part of the time we played, I think, I worked and lived on a nearby Standardbred ranch and it has a great Internet connection. I'm considering asking if they need help once again. The other possible solution is my cell phone. It most certainly is fast enough to support our real-time conversation—but it comes with an expensive price tag. If GfD uses too much data, I can't afford using it. So, there is hope for a return, albeit a distant one. I'm not yet in the mood and my life and schedule remains volatile at this time. In a couple of weeks, perhaps I'll have a more definitive update. I'm missing everyone and looking forward to spending time together around the virtual table again! With hope, — Richard Sharpe