The Gamehole

Albert

 

 

Albert’s gaming lineage is as strong as it comes.  He hails from Delavan, Wisconsin.  As you may know, Dungeons & Dragons, the holy grail of fantasy role playing games, was created in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin – a mere stone’s throw away.  So, Albert grew up within the very nimbus of the original and greatest of all gaming companies, Tactical Studies Rules a/k/a TSR, Inc.  Yes bitches, strong blood lines indeed.  Despite this, Albert foolishly did not heed the haunting rattle of the dice.
 
Instead, Albert went to college (stupid) and then got a job (even worse).  He did some marketing work or some like shit for a while when he decided to quit his full-time job in order to pursue a career in writing.  This led him to even more schooling and even some travel.  Now, Albert is a free-lance writer who has had articles published in a variety of periodicals, most importantly to the gamehole, the Onion.

As a writer, Albert was fond of smoking cigarettes, sarcasm and non-ironic mustaches.  That was all well and good, but something was missing in Albert’s life.  Clever ladies, scrabble and word-smithing could only do so much to fill this void.

Fortunately for Albert, he found the Gamehole – a hole for gaming.  In the Gamehole, Albert found a welcome home for his wry wit, his unrelenting sarcasm and even his stinky stinky farts.

Albert is now a fixture in the Gamehole.  He specializes in getting characters killed and in finding a way to use the word cunt in almost every sentence.