Spawned from the primordial pool of sarcasm and wit, The Drunken Mime exists to spread cynicism and black humor to the world. He currently lives in Cedar Rapids with a house full of animals and a tolerant wife. Ever since he was a young’un, he’s wanted to take the visions in his head and show them to others. He is currently working towards a creative writing degree where he is being equipped with the tools to both amaze and horrify the world with his words. When the Mime was approached by his old friends Necro and Druj to write for TPK, it’s rumored that the celebratory toasts caused a microbrewery to close its doors for good. When he isn’t trying to teach his dogs to become master pickpockets, The Mime uses his creative abilities to help GMs achieve a TPK. It’s time they fear the rumbling crash of a Game Master’s dice again.