Once upon a time there was a gm, he was gifted with the power of foresight. He used his unique power to entertain many, from 8 campaigns at once to single campaign with 28 active players. For years he entertained the masses, until it happened, judgement day. The sky turned black, the soil crumbled into sand, and an endless fall of acid rain ravaged the lands. Then he was born, a being of unimaginative powers, a beast birthed from the ashes of so many adventures, so many fallen souls, he had one name and only one name.
~End of the bards tale, he was never heard from again...