A went incredibly quickly, so here's the next batch.
Done! Backward man [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Bajang [Oriental Adventures]
Done! Bane wraith [Heroes of Horror]
Done! Banedead [Monsters of Faerun]
Done! Baneguard [Monsters of Faerun]
Done! Banshee [Monster Manual II]
Done! Baobhan sith [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Barghest [Monster Manual]
Done! Basilisk [Monster Manual]
Done! Bastellus [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Bat, bonebat [Monsters of Faerun]
Done! Bat, carrion bat [Denizens of Dread]
Bat, sentinel bat [RL MC I]
Done! Belker [Monster Manual]
Done! Beetle, giant [Monster Manual]
Done! Bhut [Fiend Folio]
Blackskate [Stormwrack]
Blaspheme [Libris Mortis]
Done! Bleakborn (Moil zombie) [Libris Mortis]
Done! Blood amniote [Libris Mortis]
Done! Bloodmote cloud [Libris Mortis]
Done! Bloodroot [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Bloodrose [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Bloodrot [Heroes of Horror]
Done! Bog hound [Howls in the Night]
Bog imp [Heroes of Horror]
Bogeyman, Alligator Lenny [Dark Tales and Disturbing Legends ]
Bogeyman, the Bad Thing [DT&DL]
Bogeyman, Monsieur Croquemitaine [DT&DL]
Bogeyman, Madame Croquemitaine [DT&DL]
Done! Bogeyman, Mister Fox [DT&DL]
Done! Bogeyman, the Scissorman [DT&DL]
Done! Bone rat swarm [Libris Mortis]
Boneclaw [Monster Manual III]
Bonedrinker [Monster Manual III]
Done! Boneless [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Boneyard [Libris Mortis]
Bony hands [VRG to the Walking Dead]
Done! Boowray [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Bowlyn [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Brain in a jar [Libris Mortis]
Breathdrinker [Monster Manual II]
Broken one [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Broken one, Markovian [Book of Sacrifices]
Done! Bruja [Denizens of Dread]
Done! Buso [Oriental Adventures]
A few notes:
* For the giant beetle, just pick one of the giant beetles in the MM (bombadier, fire, stag) and go with it. (It might help to note that Sithican rangers ride giant stag beetles.)
* One blurb for the bog hound is fine, but if someone wants to do one for the bog hounds and a second one for the Moor Hound, that's fine too. Ditto for the three basilisk varieties. And come to think of it, this is really cutting a fine line, but if someone wants to write a separate blurb for the shattered brethren (psionic Bluetspur broken ones), go for it. Conversely, although there's several versions of the following creatures in their entries, I really think we only need one blurb for the buso, barghest,
* I think it would be appropriate if the Bogeyman blurbs were accredited as snippets from the Hans & Jakob Gleam tales named for them.
* The Brain of Port-a-Lucine is not actually a Libris Mortis brain in a jar (those are undead, while it's a living aberration). These are a more generic version of the same concept.
* For a quick refresher, Markovian broken ones are all man-animal combinations, while the generic 3E broken one can be hideously misshapen in all sorts of ways.
Here's the RL-specific material I have to say about one of these monsters:
Banshee
The most infamous banshees in Ravenloft are those in the retinue of Lord Soth, darklord of Sithicus. During Soth’s reign, if one of these dozen banshees was destroyed, then within the span of eight nights another elfmaid’s spirit would rise to join the chorus of doubt and deceit. Even after his downfall in 753 BC, these tormentors continue to haunt the shattered ruins of Nedragaard Keep.
Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror: B is for Boo!
Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror: B is for Boo!
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Boowray
Every night the maid gazed out that dirty window looking at something unseen by the rest of us. Her child was dead only one season but in her sadness...or should it be madness she could not come to grips with its death. She clamed she saw her child reborn in the ever pressant mists. In her delisions her pressious Steven would come to her every night telling tales of the other side and asking her to help him come back. We tolderated her actions untill the night we found her standing over the bloody form of our own newborn screaming about a sacrafice to bring her son back.
As she was led up the gallows I finaly saw her "son". The child or creature as I now know it to be stood in the shadows silently laughing. Its childlike looks and bright green eyes belaying a soul of pure evil.
Told to a Barovian Guard after the hanging of Marie Pertova.
Every night the maid gazed out that dirty window looking at something unseen by the rest of us. Her child was dead only one season but in her sadness...or should it be madness she could not come to grips with its death. She clamed she saw her child reborn in the ever pressant mists. In her delisions her pressious Steven would come to her every night telling tales of the other side and asking her to help him come back. We tolderated her actions untill the night we found her standing over the bloody form of our own newborn screaming about a sacrafice to bring her son back.
As she was led up the gallows I finaly saw her "son". The child or creature as I now know it to be stood in the shadows silently laughing. Its childlike looks and bright green eyes belaying a soul of pure evil.
Told to a Barovian Guard after the hanging of Marie Pertova.
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
Anais Nin
Anais Nin
CARRION BAT
CARRION BAT
Fletch, my beloved hawk lay at my feet, dead. She had been sent plummeting from the evening sky by neither wound nor illness but rather the accursed shriek of a hideous bat of extraordinary size which had the gall to smirk down at its handiwork from an overhanging branch. Slowly I drew forth my throwing dagger but the foul creature sensed the danger and spit forth its hideous cry. I froze in place and it swooped down at my exposed neck. In the moment that it would have cut me open, I twisted away and my blade connected solidly, knocking it from the air. Not a heart-beat was lost in silencing it forever.
-Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, recalling the loss of his friend and companion on the Old Svalich Road
Fletch, my beloved hawk lay at my feet, dead. She had been sent plummeting from the evening sky by neither wound nor illness but rather the accursed shriek of a hideous bat of extraordinary size which had the gall to smirk down at its handiwork from an overhanging branch. Slowly I drew forth my throwing dagger but the foul creature sensed the danger and spit forth its hideous cry. I froze in place and it swooped down at my exposed neck. In the moment that it would have cut me open, I twisted away and my blade connected solidly, knocking it from the air. Not a heart-beat was lost in silencing it forever.
-Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, recalling the loss of his friend and companion on the Old Svalich Road
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Banshee [Monster Manual II]
We finally arrived to the old and dusty throne room of Nedragaard Keep. Answering Jezebel’s calling, the phantoms appeared to us, eerily floating above ground in their supernatural elven beauty.
“We are the thirteen voices of guilt”, said the one called Gisella.
“The voices of forgotten pain”, said the banshee named Lareeda.
“The voices that remembers your sins”, sneered Marantha. Then they said in unison: “The slithering green-eyes shadow is restless! Integrity torments her! The blackened knight left his throne, but still painful guilt is found here! The guilt! The painful guilt!”
From the journals of Jameld of Hroth.
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No Bog Hag from Oriental Adventures?
This one is so creepy!
We finally arrived to the old and dusty throne room of Nedragaard Keep. Answering Jezebel’s calling, the phantoms appeared to us, eerily floating above ground in their supernatural elven beauty.
“We are the thirteen voices of guilt”, said the one called Gisella.
“The voices of forgotten pain”, said the banshee named Lareeda.
“The voices that remembers your sins”, sneered Marantha. Then they said in unison: “The slithering green-eyes shadow is restless! Integrity torments her! The blackened knight left his throne, but still painful guilt is found here! The guilt! The painful guilt!”
From the journals of Jameld of Hroth.
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No Bog Hag from Oriental Adventures?
This one is so creepy!"A full set of (game) rules is so massively complicated that the only time they were all bound together in a single volume, they underwent gravitational collapse and became a black hole" (Adams)
Re: CARRION BAT
Shriek (Ex): As a standard action, a carrion bat can loose a piercing blast, affecting any creatures in a 10-foot cone. A victim caught in the cone must make a successful DC 12 Fortitude save or be paralyzed for 6 rounds. The save DC is Constitution-based. This is a sonic attack.cure wrote:CARRION BAT
(PS A range needs to be specified for the shriek attack in the monster's stats.)
Bog hag is under 'H.'
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Bowlyn
Old Capp was singing in his whining voice in the galley, the same song he always sang, just as I had heard it every night on that long, miserable voyage to Rokushima Taiyoo. It was so familiar a sound that it was several minutes before I remembered we had buried him at sea--truth be told, that we had "buried" him alive, to keep the plague that had made him a living skeleton from taking hold in the ship and killing us all.
I heard his footsteps in the passageway, and his imbecile laugh; he stopped at the door of my cabin, and I could feel his gaze on me. "Like a bad penny, ain't I?" he asked, his voice high and querulous. "I always come back, matie."
The Voyage of the Bon-Chance, from Twelve Tales of the Macabre, Jean Lafolie
Old Capp was singing in his whining voice in the galley, the same song he always sang, just as I had heard it every night on that long, miserable voyage to Rokushima Taiyoo. It was so familiar a sound that it was several minutes before I remembered we had buried him at sea--truth be told, that we had "buried" him alive, to keep the plague that had made him a living skeleton from taking hold in the ship and killing us all.
I heard his footsteps in the passageway, and his imbecile laugh; he stopped at the door of my cabin, and I could feel his gaze on me. "Like a bad penny, ain't I?" he asked, his voice high and querulous. "I always come back, matie."
The Voyage of the Bon-Chance, from Twelve Tales of the Macabre, Jean Lafolie
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Backward Man
The good folk of Mordent have stories of any number of bizarre bogies, the most amusingly miscellaneous being the "backward-man"--an old man going on all fours, stomach-up (hence the name) and full of tentacles, if I understood the description correctly. I hardly know whether to congratulate them on their imagination or take them to task for crediting a creature so obviously impossible in its physiology.
(Two days later)
I owe the Mordentish an apology in the matter of the backward-man. I was obliged to kill one in the front room this morning.
From the wastebooks used to compile the Doomsday Gazetteer
baobhan sith
"The hand is the fist, the fist is the knife, but neither hand nor fist nor knife kills, human-thing. It is our hate that does that. And that is why we laugh; because you do not understand us. It is our hate that kills, and now we will kill you." Then the air was filled with laughter, and, horribly, I found myself laughing, too; because for that one moment (may I never have another such!) I understood what the voice had meant.
Bertram Mac Laren, Sixty Nights in Tepest
The good folk of Mordent have stories of any number of bizarre bogies, the most amusingly miscellaneous being the "backward-man"--an old man going on all fours, stomach-up (hence the name) and full of tentacles, if I understood the description correctly. I hardly know whether to congratulate them on their imagination or take them to task for crediting a creature so obviously impossible in its physiology.
(Two days later)
I owe the Mordentish an apology in the matter of the backward-man. I was obliged to kill one in the front room this morning.
From the wastebooks used to compile the Doomsday Gazetteer
baobhan sith
"The hand is the fist, the fist is the knife, but neither hand nor fist nor knife kills, human-thing. It is our hate that does that. And that is why we laugh; because you do not understand us. It is our hate that kills, and now we will kill you." Then the air was filled with laughter, and, horribly, I found myself laughing, too; because for that one moment (may I never have another such!) I understood what the voice had meant.
Bertram Mac Laren, Sixty Nights in Tepest
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Beetle, giant
Jameld had often told me that his people made it their practice to domesticate the great stag beetles, larger than a horse, which make their home in the forests of Sithicus. Despite my high opinion of his honesty I was never really able to believe that such a thing was possible; the intelligence of a beetle of the ordinary sort is so limited that training one seemed to me to be the epitome of an exercise in futility. On my recent visit, however, Jameld showed me his own mount--by his lights, a true beauty, which he calls "Eothacha" ("Dawnchaser"). Having seen him put it through its paces, I am forced to concede that one can, in fact, train a giant stag beetle to serve as a mount.
I am, of course, left with the far more pressing question of why anyone would want to do such a thing.
Rudolph van Richten, private correspondence with Laurie Weathermay-Foxgrove
Bastellus
I noted with very great interest an increase in the number and severity of nightmares experienced by the patients in block C in the last six weeks. I therefore spent last night in that hallway with two orderlies, to see if some external condition might be influencing this group. You can imagine my surprise as I observed that the patient in room 117, at the north end of the hall, was first to awake, screaming; no sooner had I collected his impressions than the patient in 118 awoke in a similar condition. Each and every patient from 117 to 132 (at the south end of C block) experienced a nightmare in sequence during the course of the night. Further investigation into the phenomenon is demanded.
Case notebook for October 754, Dr. Heinrich Dominiani
Jameld had often told me that his people made it their practice to domesticate the great stag beetles, larger than a horse, which make their home in the forests of Sithicus. Despite my high opinion of his honesty I was never really able to believe that such a thing was possible; the intelligence of a beetle of the ordinary sort is so limited that training one seemed to me to be the epitome of an exercise in futility. On my recent visit, however, Jameld showed me his own mount--by his lights, a true beauty, which he calls "Eothacha" ("Dawnchaser"). Having seen him put it through its paces, I am forced to concede that one can, in fact, train a giant stag beetle to serve as a mount.
I am, of course, left with the far more pressing question of why anyone would want to do such a thing.
Rudolph van Richten, private correspondence with Laurie Weathermay-Foxgrove
Bastellus
I noted with very great interest an increase in the number and severity of nightmares experienced by the patients in block C in the last six weeks. I therefore spent last night in that hallway with two orderlies, to see if some external condition might be influencing this group. You can imagine my surprise as I observed that the patient in room 117, at the north end of the hall, was first to awake, screaming; no sooner had I collected his impressions than the patient in 118 awoke in a similar condition. Each and every patient from 117 to 132 (at the south end of C block) experienced a nightmare in sequence during the course of the night. Further investigation into the phenomenon is demanded.
Case notebook for October 754, Dr. Heinrich Dominiani
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Broken One (Markovian):
Dear Matilda,
I hope this reaches you and I want you to know that I love you. We have been shipwrecked with no hope for rescue. For three days now we have stayed on the beach, hoping to see a ship on the horizon.
They came for Dieter yesterday, we found his clothes shreded as if by an animal, blood everywhere, but only the footprints of men around where he was taken. By Ezra, we saw one of them. It looked like a cat, but walked like a man, it growled like a cat, but spoke like a man. Oh, my Matilda, it was an abomination unto Ezra.
Food runs low, but some of the men think that they have seen a hut in the jungle. We go now, hoping to find respite. I write this and cast it into the ocean, hoping it will reach you.
Know that I love you now and always will.
- Message found in a bottle in the Sea of Sorrows, the name at the end smeared away.
Dear Matilda,
I hope this reaches you and I want you to know that I love you. We have been shipwrecked with no hope for rescue. For three days now we have stayed on the beach, hoping to see a ship on the horizon.
They came for Dieter yesterday, we found his clothes shreded as if by an animal, blood everywhere, but only the footprints of men around where he was taken. By Ezra, we saw one of them. It looked like a cat, but walked like a man, it growled like a cat, but spoke like a man. Oh, my Matilda, it was an abomination unto Ezra.
Food runs low, but some of the men think that they have seen a hut in the jungle. We go now, hoping to find respite. I write this and cast it into the ocean, hoping it will reach you.
Know that I love you now and always will.
- Message found in a bottle in the Sea of Sorrows, the name at the end smeared away.
"Blood once flowed, a choice was made
Travel by night the smallest one bade" The Ballad of the Taverners.
The Galen Saga: 2000-2005
Travel by night the smallest one bade" The Ballad of the Taverners.
The Galen Saga: 2000-2005
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basilisk
We could now hear the beast, its scales scraping against the ground--could even hear the heavy, dull exhalation of each fetid breath. I imagined--or perhaps it was not imagination, at all--that I could smell that breath, still rank with Mikkel's blood. Harkon shouted, and I could see the flare of the daylight spell even through the cloth over my eyes; I lifted the great silvered mirror, knowing that if our surmise was incorrect I would literally be fighting blind.
From the journals of Matthew Swiftsinger of Skald
bloodrose
Some of the roses had an exquisite crimson veining in their bone-white blooms; pointing them out to my patroness, I asked if it had been very difficult to breed so exotic a type. Glancing out the window of the carriage, she smiled slightly and replied, in her enigmatical way, "It is not so very difficult. It is a matter of feeding, not breeding, my dear."
Nostalya Romaine, Memoirs
We could now hear the beast, its scales scraping against the ground--could even hear the heavy, dull exhalation of each fetid breath. I imagined--or perhaps it was not imagination, at all--that I could smell that breath, still rank with Mikkel's blood. Harkon shouted, and I could see the flare of the daylight spell even through the cloth over my eyes; I lifted the great silvered mirror, knowing that if our surmise was incorrect I would literally be fighting blind.
From the journals of Matthew Swiftsinger of Skald
bloodrose
Some of the roses had an exquisite crimson veining in their bone-white blooms; pointing them out to my patroness, I asked if it had been very difficult to breed so exotic a type. Glancing out the window of the carriage, she smiled slightly and replied, in her enigmatical way, "It is not so very difficult. It is a matter of feeding, not breeding, my dear."
Nostalya Romaine, Memoirs
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Bone Rat Swarm (Libris Mortis):
I have it! Finally, something to use against le Grand Dame! I know about her prediliction for the vermin of the city, so I've devised a way to use them against her. Scores of dead rats, polished to the bone and given unholy life through my power!
I'll send them against her, yes I will! Then she will learn not to scorn my affection!
-Last, bloodstained entry in the Journal of Medraut of Pont-a-Musaeu
I have it! Finally, something to use against le Grand Dame! I know about her prediliction for the vermin of the city, so I've devised a way to use them against her. Scores of dead rats, polished to the bone and given unholy life through my power!
I'll send them against her, yes I will! Then she will learn not to scorn my affection!
-Last, bloodstained entry in the Journal of Medraut of Pont-a-Musaeu
"Blood once flowed, a choice was made
Travel by night the smallest one bade" The Ballad of the Taverners.
The Galen Saga: 2000-2005
Travel by night the smallest one bade" The Ballad of the Taverners.
The Galen Saga: 2000-2005
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Boneless (DoD)
Too late to save the poor ferryman, we nevertheless rejoiced over vanquishing so many of the lich's servants, and hoped that the cargo it sought to steal might contain something we could use against the creature. In our haste to find the imaginary prize, we set aside a half-dozen barrels of water after only a cursory look inside. It was only when Mycanron got parched did he discover something pressed tight against the bottom of a barrel, which he mistook for an oilskin bundle.
His cry of discovery was cut short by a pair of ropelike arms that throttled the life from him as we ran to help. It pulled him halfway inside the barrel before any of us reached him, and even as we wondered what could fit in such a small space, the rest of them slithered out of the other water barrels. The lich hadn't sent that gang to steal anything: it had been rescuing troops!
--from the fireside tales of Alphonse Tremain, Kartakan bard.
Too late to save the poor ferryman, we nevertheless rejoiced over vanquishing so many of the lich's servants, and hoped that the cargo it sought to steal might contain something we could use against the creature. In our haste to find the imaginary prize, we set aside a half-dozen barrels of water after only a cursory look inside. It was only when Mycanron got parched did he discover something pressed tight against the bottom of a barrel, which he mistook for an oilskin bundle.
His cry of discovery was cut short by a pair of ropelike arms that throttled the life from him as we ran to help. It pulled him halfway inside the barrel before any of us reached him, and even as we wondered what could fit in such a small space, the rest of them slithered out of the other water barrels. The lich hadn't sent that gang to steal anything: it had been rescuing troops!
--from the fireside tales of Alphonse Tremain, Kartakan bard.
The Avariel has borrowed wings,
The Puppeteer must cut the strings
The Orphan Queen must take the throne
The Queen of Orphans calls them home
The Puppeteer must cut the strings
The Orphan Queen must take the throne
The Queen of Orphans calls them home
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Boogeyman (any) [DT&DL]
"If you don't leave on the lights tonight, you're in for a big surprise,
If you should put out the lights tonight, you'll fear to believe your eyes,
For every scare that ever there was
Will leap and creep and seek you, because
Tonight's the night the boogeymen play their worst tricks"
-- Taunting children's rhyme...
...as transcribed by a Websurfing biology professor who didn't get nearly enough sleep last night
"If you don't leave on the lights tonight, you're in for a big surprise,
If you should put out the lights tonight, you'll fear to believe your eyes,
For every scare that ever there was
Will leap and creep and seek you, because
Tonight's the night the boogeymen play their worst tricks"
-- Taunting children's rhyme...
...as transcribed by a Websurfing biology professor who didn't get nearly enough sleep last night
"Who [u]cares[/u] what the Dark Powers are? They're [i]bastards![/i] That's all I need to know of them." -- Crow
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Bajang [Oriental Adventures]
Dear Ezra, we even have to be wary with cats in this place! In the strange forests of Rokushima Taiyoo, we were followed by a strange cat, with orange eyes. We first thought it was a peculiar creature of this island. We were wrong.
Later, when Maria was alone hunting for diner, the cat followed her and then led her to a deer trail, which Maria followed. But this “cat” wasn’t a helpful spirit. When Maria was far in the forest, near some kind of ruins, she said, it transformed into some kind of ape-like goblin that viciously attacked her with its claws. The creature eventually fled before Maria’s sword, but her strength took many days before coming back.
Martin’s letter to the Mordent Ezra church
Dear Ezra, we even have to be wary with cats in this place! In the strange forests of Rokushima Taiyoo, we were followed by a strange cat, with orange eyes. We first thought it was a peculiar creature of this island. We were wrong.
Later, when Maria was alone hunting for diner, the cat followed her and then led her to a deer trail, which Maria followed. But this “cat” wasn’t a helpful spirit. When Maria was far in the forest, near some kind of ruins, she said, it transformed into some kind of ape-like goblin that viciously attacked her with its claws. The creature eventually fled before Maria’s sword, but her strength took many days before coming back.
Martin’s letter to the Mordent Ezra church
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Bane wraith [Heroes of Horror]
“He’s now got all of them. My closest friends are now dead. Tonight, while we were trying to flee on the road to Karg, this spectre got my wife and my son. I was powerless to save them. My sword passed through it. Why is this thing haunting me? Leaving me alive after killing my loved ones? Why wasn’t I killed with them? Whatever he thinks, I wasn’t responsible for his death and the gruesome massacre of his family, in this cursed hamlet near Necropolis. The leaders sent us to destroy this family of traitors. I told him! Why not go after the leaders? They ordered this, not me! I was just following the orders. I wasn’t the one who had the idea to ravage his family. I told him I regret but still he killed them all.
The last thing I will do is I will not give him the pleasure to kill me.”
Notes found on a man hanging from a tree, possibly a suicide
“He’s now got all of them. My closest friends are now dead. Tonight, while we were trying to flee on the road to Karg, this spectre got my wife and my son. I was powerless to save them. My sword passed through it. Why is this thing haunting me? Leaving me alive after killing my loved ones? Why wasn’t I killed with them? Whatever he thinks, I wasn’t responsible for his death and the gruesome massacre of his family, in this cursed hamlet near Necropolis. The leaders sent us to destroy this family of traitors. I told him! Why not go after the leaders? They ordered this, not me! I was just following the orders. I wasn’t the one who had the idea to ravage his family. I told him I regret but still he killed them all.
The last thing I will do is I will not give him the pleasure to kill me.”
Notes found on a man hanging from a tree, possibly a suicide
"A full set of (game) rules is so massively complicated that the only time they were all bound together in a single volume, they underwent gravitational collapse and became a black hole" (Adams)