Thank you for showing me that growing up there was more to life than women and getting laid — such as fictional Dark Elven spider priestesses of Lloth with 18 Charisma.
Thank you for the countless Friday nights I spend rolling dice and arguing whether or not backstabbing an earth golem with a pickaxe automatically does critical damage.
Thank you for the priceless memory of my friend saying in front of his highly conservative mother "I’ll murder him!" That’s alright, Mrs. Limone, we’re the good guys.
Thank you for making being a social outcast mean something again.
I guess, what I’m trying to say, Mr. Gygax, is thank you for all the memories, friendships, and good times.