Krammer
The Gamehole

Krammer

Things could have gone very differently for the Krammer if not for the intervention of the gamehole.  When D&D first found him, he was mostly chasing varmints around a farm in Pardeeville, or thereabouts.  He had never tasted a delicious soda, or eaten anything that could be described as ‘extreme’.  But then, to his credit, his started some red hot gaming with some kids who would probably have scared the shit out of most of us.  He realized he liked it, and then turned himself over to the power of the hole completely.

After a brief stint in the merchant marine, where he was based in Bangkok, and became an expert on local customs and dialects, he returned to Wisconsin and organized the first gamehole.  It wasn’t much.  Some modules, some dice, a novelty t-shirt or two.  But soon it grew into the impressive, overpowering, amazing center of the universe it is.  Complete with handmade custom bookcases that hold every module known to man, lots of books, a dice banishment area, and calendars of mentally defective chicks straddling motorcycles.  I think it is fair to say that the dream has come true.

There is nothing else is Krammer’s life that comes close to his achievements in the gamehole.  Sure he got married and has an adorable daughter.  Yeah, he scraped enough money together to buy a modest teal ranch home just outside of town.  He’s even held down the same job now for almost 10 years, and bought a car with two doors.  That’s all great, but his real claim to fame is the unfuckingbelievable kick-ass mother fucking gamehole.  He’s saved us all from a life wasted chasing unimportant, unattainable dreams.  He’s like Jesus but with better sandals.  He is a true standout among the gaming community, and as a result, deserves this most gentle bio.

God save the queen.