Sir Elio Tagore, Grandmaster of Mockery, Strummer of the Iron Strings, Silver Tongued Troubadour, Yo

I really wish I could select more than three of those tags above, because Pun is an awesome DM! He's always thinking about his players and clearly cares about their experience greatly. His games are very welcoming to players of any experience level (his campaign was my first), and he does an excellent job immersing players in his world. He does a good job making sure everyone is happy with how the campaign is going, and he handled any issues that cropped up admirably. His voices and characters range from hilarious to emotionally deep, and he does a good job reading the room and choosing when to be heartfelt and when to be comedic. Every week brought new surprise and drama, and I can't remember ending a session and feeling anything but excitement for the next week. I consider myself very much a beginner still, so I can't really speak for more experienced people directly, but our game was a pretty mixed bag experience wise, and everyone really seemed to enjoy it a lot. I'm grateful to have found such a rich and rewarding DM and group for my first time around. Try Pun's games! You won't regret it!

Mertag is an artiste! Nay, a MAESTRO! OH what thrill! What drama! What mischief, and danger! The game is so rich that small aspects of Sir Elio Tagore, Bard Extraordinaire, have begun leaking into my daily life. I now feel naked without my lute within reach, and each moment not filled with song wears heavier than the last on the very essence of my being. I no longer dream in English, but instead in Mediocre Shakespearian Accent English. The comingling of imagination with reality has presented some... unexpected problems. My TASTELESS family has collectively banned me from holiday functions after the last "incident". Suuuure, applause all around when cousin Wally vomits his unrefined "performance" of Hot Cross Buns through his recorder (a crude, elementary instrument!), but the moment Elio's graceful sonata begins to pour like rich honey over the dining room table, all the sudden it's "PuT DoWn tHaT DaMn UkuLeLe!!!", "GeT DOWN fRoM ThE DiNnEr tAbLe!!" and "THAT INAPPROPRIATELY REVEALING, CHILD SIZED LEPRECHAUN COSTUME has not left your GRIMEY body in FOUR DAYS, and you just TRAMPLED Grandma's cranberry stuffing with those tiny elf shoes that hardly cover the toes of your DISGUSTING FEET!" Not a drop of inspiration between them. Not. A. Drop.