To Kathryn “the Greatest” Bullard. Born in the village of Pampa, in the lands of Texas, she proudly represented her nerdiest of heritages. She fled the small town and emerged in Amarillo where she joined the fair Kate to investigate the wonders of book and pet vendors. They partook of craft stalls and fine Mexican cuisine.

A skilled bard, she robustly sang to songs of Spanish lore as though the language was her own. Along the way, she acquired the scroll of Bachelors of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from the academia of Full Sail. With gusto, she led many a session as a glorious and righteous Dungeon Master.

You, Kathryn, ventured the world, through digital means, to make friends and foes across the great world over. You were a force, well trained in the ways of Tolkien and Lovecraft. You were stronger than most, but not quite as agile as disease besieged your body but never your spirit! You were always in battle, and fought as valiantly as one could, and will be remembered for your bravery, holding cancer in a headlock and kicking with all your might.

In your wake you leave a horde of close allies, friends and a plethora of family across many realms. We honor you! Huzzah! You will always be remembered for your valor, your kindness, and your insatiable appetite for Uwuu. Rest in peace, greatest of Kathryns, and know that you have taught us all a valuable lesson-” Don’t forget to wash yourself.”