Ancient Lore
As a youth in the Northern lands of rural New York, began life as a precocious tractor driver, fruit seller and rambunctious rapscallion.
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A little corner of the internet for Grainger — and his years of stories, friendship, weirdness, kindness, and lore.
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Dear internet,
Some people know him as Sal, or perhaps tasted his colorful delicacies as Hobbs. Some know him from real life, some from Discord, games, old stories, strange adventures, family gatherings, or the many little intersections where people become part of each other's lives.
This page is a birthday scrapbook for all of those versions of him. If you have a story, a memory, a ridiculous quote, an affectionate complaint, or simply something you want him to carry into his next fifty years, leave it in the guestbook below.
Cecil in the mortal realm.
Grainger on Discord.
Ser Baron MacDuke in the lands of legend.
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Prestige mode pending.
🧭 Storyweaver with Cartographer subtype.
🍋 Lemon-goods summoner.
Beloved menace.
Every good shrine requires canon, disputed canon, and information repeated so often that nobody remembers where it came from.
As a youth in the Northern lands of rural New York, began life as a precocious tractor driver, fruit seller and rambunctious rapscallion.
Pointing out inconsistencies in road designs and hilarious details in signage.
Asking "how's it going?" when he knows it isn't going well.
Crow?
Beneath approximately 6 ft and 8 in of nerd, wit and geography facts is an absolutely preposterous amount of tenderness.
Photos, screenshots, old avatars, game nights, family pictures, convention memories, or anything else that belongs in the archive.

“We are only human, but I'm part robot.”
— probably Grainger
Whether you know him as Cecil, Grainger, friend, family, guildmate, accomplice, or some deeply specific Discord role: leave him something.
Need inspiration?