Gunnar "Gunny" Gunderson is the last surviving member of the King's Riflebeards (originally the Riflers but this led to confusion in IRS and Mother-In-Law circles). Created to secure the frontier with a strict shoot-first, shoot-again policy, the Riflebeards were eventually enlisted to clear out the Gnome Kingdom of the sudden onslaught of radiactive knuckle-draggers who couldn't speak well enough to order a pint, and couldn't grow anything more than muttonchops. Stouthearted Gunny, made his way to the Inn on the borders of the Gnomish territory to await his comrades-at-beards, sure that, like he, they would soon answer the call (and to drink a few pints--after all, one's heart does not stout itself). It will never be known whether the call was even heard over the sounds of enthusiastic dwarvish whooping and cheering as his fellow Riflebeards all perished attempting to get their Going Down? achievement by jumping off the great dam on the frontier. Hoping to rediscover himself, until the next big thing came along, Gunny took up work as a Handybeard, doing the usual sorts of things: breaking in doors when keys were missing, setting dry things on fire, and helping trolls maintain proper bloodflow. Gunny does not like new things, though he's been known to stop for something shiny. He also believes that popular culture and popular opinion are akin to a cow's notion of the weather, and dreams one day of building the shut-up machine to end all shut-up machines. He tries to share the good stuff, and keep the bad stuff to himself, but will be the first to admit he's only dwarvish.