To whom it may concern.
Jimmy Ruffalo’s estate as it stands beyond his tenure in adventure.

EXPERIENCE
• 16,410.7000148 XP - to be kept on Ruffalo’s person, delighting his appreciation for mad stats.

PERSONAL ITEMS
• 9 Iron Rations - to be donated to a local orphanage, unless they’ve gone bad, at which point Ruffalo will feed them to some ducks or something.
• 3 Small Sacks and 2 Large Sacks - to be used to help maintain order in the Dungeon Safety Vault, unless a more critical use is demanded of them.
• 2 Waterskins - to be kept on Ruffalo’s person, so as not to get parched.
• 5 Bandages - to be given to the Dungeon Safety Squad party loot, may you live long enough to use them.
• 7 Torches - to be given to David, or the next closest approximation, to accompany his candle collection.
• 5 Iron Spikes - to be donated to the city of Wildertown, because they kind of need anything they can get.
• 50’ Rope - to be kept secured inside the Dungeon Safety Squad Headquarters to develop the elusive, mythical rope armor.
• Holy Symbol (glowing) - to be kept on Ruffalo’s person, AT ALL TIMES.
• Bedroll - to be cleaned and kept in the Dungeon Safety Squad Headquarters until such a time that it is better served elsewhere.
• Silver Mirror - to be kept in the Dungeon Safety Squad bathroom.
• Winter Clothes - to be kept on Ruffalo’s person, as winter is coming.
• Goblin Horn - to be kept in the Dungeon Safety Squad Headquarters as an emblem of trust, friendship, equality, justice, and HONOR!
•Dolley - to be kept at Dungeon Safety Squad until it hears its greater calling.
• Footman’s Mace and Sling with Stones (18)- to be kept on Ruffalo’s person, protecting his ideals with an iron fist.

ITEMS OF A MORE RARE NATURE
• Mo-DSSAHG Schematics - to be kept in the Dungeon Safety Vault.
•The Jet’s MTARSVmIISchematics- to be kept in the Dungeon Safety Vault.
•Coffee Maker Schematics- to be kept in the Dungeon Safety Vault.
• Dungeon Safety Field Manual- to be copied, with the original being kept in the Dungeon Safety Vault and the copy being framed and hung in the Headquarters, then read by any new inductee to the DSS.
• Microphone - to be used to slay Ruffalo’s foes on the stage.
•Metal Numbers (“2” and “8”) - to be donated to the city of Wildertown to start a numbering scheme for the addresses of properties therein, lobbying to get Dungeon Safety Squad Headquarters as address “1”.
•Crab Flag- to be displayed in the Dungeon Safety Squad Headquarters so as to NEVER FORGIVE, NEVER FORGET.
•Wand of Accounting- I believe this has already been dispersed among the squad, as it should.
•Detect Evil Scroll- to be sold to Melcarr, whom Ruffalo will become good friends with as they laugh and reminisce over good times had in adventures past.
•Plate Mail Armor- to be kept in the Dungeon Safety Headquarters until a member of DSS so needs it, but such a character must have adventured with the party for at least four consecutive weeks.
• Glowing Plate Helmet(with torch loop)- to be kept on Ruffalo’s person, illuminating the world of Thor’s light.

PARTY LOOT (if not already properly dispersed)
• Ruby Necklace - vault
• 100 Gold - vault
• 3,000 Silver - vault
• 10,000 Copper - vault
• 4 Gems (200 gold value) - vault
•Mithril Hinges (6) - vault

PERSONAL CAPITAL
• 19 Platinum
•2,434 Gold
•70 Electrum
•3,202 Silver
•277 Copper
Approximately 34% of which will be donated to my church, 33% of which will be kept in the Dungeon Safety Vault for party use when deemed appropriate, 33% of which will be kept on Ruffalo’s person (or in the vault strictly for his use if he maintains stay at the Headquarters).

ITEMS OF EXTRAORDINARY SIGNIFICANCE
• Oden’s Tears (1) - to be kept in the vault until such a time that it is of the utmost importance to use. I cannot emphasize enough: UTMOST IMPORTANCE.
•Ancient Dwarven “Cuz” Shield- to be left to the most senior members of Dungeon Safety Squad, and kept in Headquarters during periods of inactivity.
•The Harbinger- to be kept in the Dungeon Safety Vault until the active Squad encounters a foe worthy of its presence. This hammer must not be disgraced by falling into the wrong hands; use with extreme caution. It is preferred that the most righteous of the group use this when the time comes, unanimous decision necessary, no religious preference so long as they are honorable.

SPELLS AND SERVICES
• to be used for the good of the peoples.

ITINERARY
• work with the city of Wildertown to get clearance to expand the Dungeon Safety Squad Headquarters property. We can relocate the Hall of Heroes to here so the travelers and adventurers may pay their respects, as many of its inhabitants have become staples of the local ecosystem.
• talk to distributors to get the Dungeon Safety Squad TCG out across Commondran, further developing DSS brand value.
• design a DSS tabard.
• in spare time build The Jet’s MTARSVmII.
• work with the community to help cultivate a thriving economy and reinvigorate the adventuring culture that once existed here. In celebrating the way of life that made Wildertown a viable outlying city to begin with, Ruffalo will teach the people Yub Nub.

There are a great many things I do not believe in, but one truth I hold a lot of stock in, is that everything changes. I’ve come to accept this through years of resisting that very unfaltering reality. Although recently I actually embraced a change and it’s catalyzing a great many things, one of which is where I invest my productivity. For better or worse, I can find productivity in nothing and everything; this is one such product of investing in nothing just before my great entropic voyage sets sail.

A storm is brewing.

Clouds shadow the horizon. The storm abates its distempered breath; the sound of a great wind echoes through the air. It grows nearer with promise of catalyzing change.

Hushed murmurs turn boisterous gales. The town drowns in an all consuming squall. Moisture congeals the air down the street, in your house, in your lungs.

Is that ringing in our ears, or is it the muffled maelstrom stirring above? Suspension is what grounded was. Strange how a time of frenzy can inspire such lost thoughts.

From the abysmal bellows awakens a town in disarray. An unseen soot varnishes every surface gallant enough to leave itself exposed. The movement amidst the wreckage dislodges pockets of a time that once existed, but now seem so foreign.

Pulsating flashes populate the horizon with crackling debris. We stumble in its wake. Hindsight reminds us why it isn’t worth nestling in a glass house of cards. Dusk refracts through the shattered hearts. Now what is left? —capacity— Only through destruction has there ever been so much potential, and within its ashes will arise something great.

The topic of discussion for tonight is: ideas (especially good ones).

I’m sure this won’t be an unfamiliar description for some, and most experience it, but I’ve never quite heard it properly articulated.

Some days I run across a stray thought, something that puts a stopper to all semblance of continuity. All great ideas stem from conversation, either internally or externally, and I guess the most appropriate analogue would be to describe conversations in terms of a storm.

So you conversation begins, it doesn’t particularly matter how or why. Every word is a loose particle of water caught adrift in the sky. As the conversation builds these particles collide and mix, they start forming clouds. First they’re unnoticeable, wisps of cloud, but they soon become an imposing landscape. Some conversations wither and dissipate, serving no other purpose than to ease the endurance of a harsh climate under a cruel sun. Others become fierce and fruitful. The fruitful ones are worth noting, producing rain and snow, thoughts worth remembering on their own merit. But that’s not what I’m interested in talking about; I want to talk about lightning.

These words become sentences become paragraphs become monologues and soliloquies. All of these elements brush against each other and start forming electrical buildup. It may be unexpected, it may be after much anticipation, but it is always sudden and rarely in control. In ideal circumstances the electricity has both the motivation and the means to strike. It branches off, skewering the sky as it makes its way to contact. The first of many of the idea’s limbs reach the ground, at which point it takes the path of least resistance. It strikes with devastating power.

This caliber of thought is now something in need of being written down, not just remembered. There’s some deep eternal call for preservation in that kind of quality. This is the closest approximation to the experience of me realizing I’ve thought of an idea I’m proud of. If you’ve ever been in a conversation with me during one of these experience, the signs are obvious. I will stop talking, mid-sentence in some instances; I will stop thinking, and I have a telling smile lost in the vacancy left by the idea. All of that space used to charge the idea is now a vacuum, and I’m left only to explore the shape and intensity of the lingering bolt. A barbed pillar of light cast upon grey skies meeting grey land.

The moment passes. We then reach dénouement. The storm dies down and returns to being a talking point amongst neighbors in their driveways. Predictable lives are lived below, and the skies make room for new storms.

The people who can harness the lightning will one day control what kind of clouds make them.