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Stalking The Night Fantastic

from Holy Crap, A New Album by Tom Smith

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It seems so... thin to say Richard Tucholka was a writer and game designer. He was a Force in SE Michigan fandom, getting people into games and conventions and bad movies and and and. I wasn't a close friend of his, but we edged around the same circles for, oh, thirty years. He was a good guy and a beloved figure. His health was a problem his last several years; he cheated death more than a few times, so while his passing in April 2017 was a very sad thing it was not precisely unexpected. Or maybe it was. That ol' hound dog just seemed to keep slippin' away from the Grim One.

This song was written for the memorial for Rich at ConTinuum 2017 in Romulus, MI. Apparently nobody recorded it. So, slightly tweaked and retuned, here it is. Oh, and, his game business is still a going concern -- check it out at tritacgames.com .

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The realms of science fiction and fantasy are vast
But they have to be discovered, then strong enough to last
Some creators can’t compete, some can merely fudge it,
But now and then there’s one so sweet, he does it on a budget.

Stalking the night fantastic, where the supernatural waits.
Faster than light in the amazing year twenty four forty eight.
Beach Bunny Bimbos, Murderhoof, and Duck Wars are all his,
No one’s sure how he does it, he’s not rich
-- except he is.

He helped us to be worthy of adventure on the fringe.
Of stories, there’s no dearth, he went on a writing binge.
The architect and sculptor of tales we’ve never heard,
Some gods create with cosmic power, this one uses words.

He led us in Incursion, opened up Bureau 13,
Each game another version of realities he’s seen.
How far he’ll go, we cannot know, and cannot really quiz,
How can he even afford it, he’s not rich...
-- except he is.

One day he was gone, but while we miss him we don’t grieve.
His legacy, a billion worlds of fun and make-believe.
We share them all together, and remember when we do
The big old guy who took us there and shared them with us too.

Stalking the night fantastic, where the supernatural waits.
Faster than light in the amazing year twenty four forty eight.
So much joy given to us, by this one computer whiz,
No one knows how he did it, he’s not rich
-- except he is.

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from Holy Crap, A New Album, track released February 4, 2018

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Weird Al with more books, JoCo with more jokes, Carlin with more Cthulhu. Since 1985, Tom Smith has been breaking hearts, minds, and laws of propriety and physics with his insane blend of sf/fantasy, Life With Computers, pop culture, politics, and puns. More than twenty albums later, he maintains the best is yet to come. ... more

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