Firebeetle
Explorer
Found this book my son checked out of the library years ago (we've already paid for it.) Thought y'all might get a kick out of this section, I know I did.
Copyright 1982
pg 6
Mary sat in her bedroom, feet up, half reading, half listening to the voices of her two sons and their friends, playing Dungeons & Dragons in the kitchen below.
"So you get to the edge of the forest, but you make a truly stupid mistake, so I'm calling in the Wandering Monsters."
Wandering Monster, thought Mary. How about suffering mothers like herself? Divorced and living in a house with children who speak a foreign tongue.
"Can I get Wandering Monsters called out just for befriending a goblin?"
Mary sighed. Goblins, mercenaries, orks, you name it, she had it down in her kitchen night after night, as well as the rubble of a ruined city of Crush bottles, potato chip bags, books, papers, calculators.
"Steve's Dungeon Master. He's got Absolute Power."
Absolute Power. But she couldn't even get them to dry a dish. She heard Elloit, her younger son, shouting, "I run down the road. They're after me. Just when they're about to get me and they're really made, I throw down my portable hole. I climb in and pull the lid closed. Presto. Disappeared into thin air."
Portable hole? If only I had one to disappear into, Mary thought. What had become of her life? Where was the excitement? Where was the romance?
On the next page is a photo of the boys playing complete with miniatures and some sort of dungeon wall forms.
Copyright 1982
pg 6
Mary sat in her bedroom, feet up, half reading, half listening to the voices of her two sons and their friends, playing Dungeons & Dragons in the kitchen below.
"So you get to the edge of the forest, but you make a truly stupid mistake, so I'm calling in the Wandering Monsters."
Wandering Monster, thought Mary. How about suffering mothers like herself? Divorced and living in a house with children who speak a foreign tongue.
"Can I get Wandering Monsters called out just for befriending a goblin?"
Mary sighed. Goblins, mercenaries, orks, you name it, she had it down in her kitchen night after night, as well as the rubble of a ruined city of Crush bottles, potato chip bags, books, papers, calculators.
"Steve's Dungeon Master. He's got Absolute Power."
Absolute Power. But she couldn't even get them to dry a dish. She heard Elloit, her younger son, shouting, "I run down the road. They're after me. Just when they're about to get me and they're really made, I throw down my portable hole. I climb in and pull the lid closed. Presto. Disappeared into thin air."
Portable hole? If only I had one to disappear into, Mary thought. What had become of her life? Where was the excitement? Where was the romance?
On the next page is a photo of the boys playing complete with miniatures and some sort of dungeon wall forms.
