!!s/r9T6kSgJi 08/18/10(Wed)20:18 No.11731989|
The DM walked into the church with his back straight, head held high, and Captain America's shield on his arm. He had determined that he would not feel silly. He would not care about curious glances or odd looks. He was honoring the best man he'd ever known, and he would not be ashamed. He looked around at the crowd, seeking familiar faces, determined to ignore strangers with shock or disdain in their eyes.
He immediately saw four more red, white, and blue circles looking back at him. There, on the arms of his friends, who themselves were standing with heads raised and challenging looks on their faces. Friends who had known Super Dave, laughed with Super Dave. Who had slain dragons with him, calculated warp jumps with him, discussed Daleks going up stairs with him.
The DM heard someone come in behind him and turned. It was Wizard, his normal t-shirt, battered jacket, and beret gone, replaced with what seemed to be the same black suit every other male in the place was wearing. Back then his beard was shorter, his bald spot not yet gleaming, hair only dark gray. He looked at the DM. He looked at the shield. He raised an eyebrow.