I logged in last night and saw Rift down in the mine, as usual,
holding a barrel of beer up high (apparently, that's how he drinks).
Some words made it through between the gulps...
"need more *gulp* strength *gulp* king of *gulp gulp* north"
I noticed that the cheese production he'd been taking care of had
stalled and asked him about it, and got the reply:
"not worth the *gulp* effort, cave cheddar *gulp* to weak".
But before I had the chance to tell him about the tier 4 cheese,
he stumbled over his chest of bear bangers and fell on his fist.
It was truly a sad sight... Rift, a.k.a. Fist of the North Star, now
lying there in a pool of... ehm... beer.
Anyway, we had a great run and your beer-/cheese-/silk-making will be missed.
R.I.P.