The ghosts of games past raise their ghoulish heads to see what has revived the Travestometer (TM):
"'The REB RPG's dead, Jim!"
"No, no, it's not dead, it's restin'!"
"It's not restin'! It's passed on! This RPG is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't pinned it to the forum it'd be pushing up the daisies! Its metabolic processes are now 'istory! It's off the twig! It's kicked the bucket, it's shuffled off its mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-RPG!!"
"Well, I'd better replace it, then... Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the forum, and we're right out of RPGs."
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'Mercy!' cried Gandalf. 'If the giving of information is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend all the rest of my days in answering you. What more do you want to know?' 'The whole history of Middle-earth.. .'
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