*craaaaack* Okay, here goes..

Work wasn't exactly bad today, but I was tired from not getting enough sleep last night. You see, today is the day that I end the Silver Marches game. Completely. Finito. No going back. Don't ask to bring one of these PCs back. It's OVER. I *HAD* to get the adventure written before I went to bed.

I'm home now, and I'm rested (some). I'm about to gather my things up, and go to Brad's for the final Silver Marches game. Scott, however, has decided that he can't make it, because he's "had a bad few last days".

What the f---?!!?! This is the LAST game, did you hear me say that?! Why on earth are you going to voluntarily miss the final game of a campaign that's lasted the better part of the last year? Well, I'll say this much. Strieson isn't going to miss. Scott may miss, but Strieson isn't. And if Strieson dies, well... Feh. (Yeah, I'm angry. Just yesterday, he was confirming that we were playing today. Not once did he hint he was going to miss it. If he had, then I probably wouldn't be so hot.)

At any rate, I gotta go to the game. I'll update everyone tonight.

We did it!!

The game is over. Silver Marches is finished. Everyone loved the ending. I'm relived that I'm done running games for a while. I am also pleased as punch that everyone enjoyed the final session as much as they did.

Next up... Time Patrol d20, in about 3-5 months. :)