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<blockquote data-quote="BigFreekinGoblinoid" data-source="post: 317298" data-attributes="member: 5988">Wow - what an unbelievable memory you had to be able to recall this in such deatil from 1978...My first D&amp;D experience was about the same time, 1978 or so, but we only had the boxed set to use. I was about 9, and went to the local comic book store to meet an older friend there and tell him it was time for dinner ( my mom was visiting his mom across town - this was his turf ).&nbsp; I saw my friend sitting at a table surrounded by several other teenagers and an older guy ( Gee- he must have been in his THIRTIES! ) calling out to each other these rediculous actions, and rolling lotsa dice followed by cheers or moans.&nbsp;&nbsp; After lurking for a while, I was asked by the &quot;old&quot; guy if I wanted to play - I was given a charachter ( I think I played a fighter, but I'm not sure ) . Our party ran accross a mounted thug who was described as having a large pendant or amulet hanging from his neck. I spent every attack trying to hit it, thinking this must be the right thing to do. I missed every time. And then I died. I was in love. After a reprimand and cold dinner, I remember longingly looking through the three books he had at home, and my friend running me through the charachter generation process and even a short encounter or two... I never played with him again . Hell - I don't even remember his name ( Chris? ), but I will always be greatful...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="BigFreekinGoblinoid, post: 317298, member: 5988"] Wow - what an unbelievable memory you had to be able to recall this in such deatil from 1978... My first D&D experience was about the same time, 1978 or so, but we only had the boxed set to use. I was about 9, and went to the local comic book store to meet an older friend there and tell him it was time for dinner ( my mom was visiting his mom across town - this was his turf ). I saw my friend sitting at a table surrounded by several other teenagers and an older guy ( Gee- he must have been in his THIRTIES! ) calling out to each other these rediculous actions, and rolling lotsa dice followed by cheers or moans. After lurking for a while, I was asked by the "old" guy if I wanted to play - I was given a charachter ( I think I played a fighter, but I'm not sure ) . Our party ran accross a mounted thug who was described as having a large pendant or amulet hanging from his neck. I spent every attack trying to hit it, thinking this must be the right thing to do. I missed every time. And then I died. I was in love. After a reprimand and cold dinner, I remember longingly looking through the three books he had at home, and my friend running me through the charachter generation process and even a short encounter or two... I never played with him again . Hell - I don't even remember his name ( Chris? ), but I will always be greatful... [/QUOTE]

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