I am a big fan of the works of BioWare and a Dungeon Master who takes pride in his ability to [[MagnificentBastard catch his players completely and totally off-guard]].

My other interests include ''{{Warhammer}}'', ''{{Warhammer40000}}'', the works of BrandonSanderson, the ''WheelOfTime'', ''StarTrek'', ''StarWars'', computer programming, and food.

This next section is for keeping score.
* First, and foremost, [[{{Warhammer40000}} Inquisitor Gareth]]. The man my players all trusted implicitly. The man who saved their lives and died due to MentorOccupationalHazard. The man who never actually existed and was really a [[AlwaysChaoticEvil Dark Eldar]] [[TheMole infiltrator]] all along. My pride in carefully engineering this man's grumpy old BadassGrandpa personalty and mannerisms in such a way that he presented no clue to the players can only be matched by the in-universe pride of the Dark Eldar who managed to successfully impersonate an Imperial Inquisitor for seven years without being suspected until the last six months.
* The next entry on this list cannot be disclosed in full detail as of yet, because the game involved is still running and [[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Tropers/Raven913 some of my players]] frequent this very Wiki, so you will have to take my word for it when I say that it rivals the first in sheer deviousness.
* Thirdly, the following: grief-maddened and furious recent widower enacts an incantation in front of the survivors of a drow assault on a festival honoring Sehanine Moonbow that the party mage determines is designed to summon the Archdevil Mephistopheles. In a suitable display of pyrotechnics, a young elven man in plate armor appears in the shattered banquet hall and announces "The irony of this is just sickening."