Gah!

My counterpart to filth. The only thing more putrid than I has now managed to leave me to sit in my own wretched misery. Bah.

I'm not quite sure where to start Grum. You were probably the most upbeat individual I've ever met, period. When I wasn't sitting there laughing at some of the funnier things you did, I would be scratching my head and wondering if you were serious. Given all the responsibilities, not once did they seem to be a burden to you.

It's pretty hard to see people leave, even more difficult being immortals where I've actually managed to know the player behind the character. You brought so much animation to the mud, that I'm fairly sure it won't ever be replaced like that again. Gear, bad attitudes, horrible circumstances, nothing, as Gadinias or Grumorum, managed to bring you down (quite a few commas huh?)

You made being the Sphere over Constance great fun and the harassment and her retorts to it were classic. The funk you brought to Asgaard is lifted, but we both know there will always be a place for your stank in thera.

Many an man will be safe from your assaults.

I'll now sit in agony, waiting to hear the dreadful words 'ARCHIVE!'

Who will now call me a 'triflin' ho ass dwarf?'

Bah, I should stop now. Thanks John. You're one cool cat-daddy.

-- Wandering down the road, snorting in disgust, a red-bearded dwarf curses something foul about a 'Cat-daddy.'