The Traveler
First Post
Remember your first games. Maybe you played in the basement. Maybe you played in the school library. Maybe in the local gaming store. Your brother had you try it, or you got drawn in because you were there for Magic cards.
Were you in high school? In middle school? Did you get roped in once you got to college?
Nowadays it might be hard to get a game together. College is long gone. Everyone has real jobs. Maybe the scruffy guy that smelled like catfood still is scruffy and smells like catfood, so the rest of you aren't sure if he fits in anymore. Beards are trimmed or shaved off altogether. Some of you are married.
Still, you were all dorks together. You were all oddballs, and whether you grew out of it or not you remember.
You've tried different games. You've perhaps refined your tastes. You've learned to roleplay more than just killing goblins and taking their stuff.
Still, there's that dork inside you. Maybe he's pudgy, maybe he's skinny. He has a bad haircut and he listens to Weird Al. He's got a slice of pizza clutched in a deathgrip.
He's wondering where the Mountain Dew got to.
Were you in high school? In middle school? Did you get roped in once you got to college?
Nowadays it might be hard to get a game together. College is long gone. Everyone has real jobs. Maybe the scruffy guy that smelled like catfood still is scruffy and smells like catfood, so the rest of you aren't sure if he fits in anymore. Beards are trimmed or shaved off altogether. Some of you are married.
Still, you were all dorks together. You were all oddballs, and whether you grew out of it or not you remember.
You've tried different games. You've perhaps refined your tastes. You've learned to roleplay more than just killing goblins and taking their stuff.
Still, there's that dork inside you. Maybe he's pudgy, maybe he's skinny. He has a bad haircut and he listens to Weird Al. He's got a slice of pizza clutched in a deathgrip.
He's wondering where the Mountain Dew got to.