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<blockquote data-quote="Azzemmell" data-source="post: 653506" data-attributes="member: 3207">I marked &quot;confiscated&quot; also, but it wasn't quite like that.My brother, a friend, and I played when I was about 16.&nbsp; We had all of the 2ed hardbacks and all of the softbacks, except the green ones.&nbsp; We even had the full set of the trading cards.&nbsp; Man, those cards were cool, and I've never seen even one of the set again.I digress.&nbsp; Our parents were (still are) that breed of christian who thinks D&amp;D is like a sign on your chest, &quot;Attention all demons!!&nbsp; Please drag me to the fiery lake, etc...&quot;.&nbsp; They didn't know that we had over $200 of demon bait hidden in my room.&nbsp; Old houses are great for finding suprisingly large hiding spots.&nbsp; Only the cardset was stored in my brother's room, under a loose floor board.So my brother leaves for the army and my little sister snatches his room.&nbsp; Somehow, she finds the cards and the pictures scare her.&nbsp; She takes them to my parents and hysteria ensues.Now, I was leaving for summer camp the next day and I knew that they knew that even though I told them we only had one book ( I showed them the PH in a misguided attempt to sway their decision), they were going to tear my room apart to make sure all the demons 'was gone.Man, that was the heaviest bag I ever packed for camp.&nbsp; They didn't seem to notice my back bowing under the strain.&nbsp; I was going to camp with the friend who played with us, and I was driving my car.&nbsp; I couldn't store them at his house; his parents, also this same type of christian, were friends of my parents and he was in &quot;trouble&quot;, too.So here we are, in my car, with about 250$ worth of 2ed books, about to leave town for camp...&nbsp; &nbsp; christian camp.It still puts a dull butter-knife in my heart when I think of watching them sail into that dumpster.&nbsp; AAAgh.We decided to lay low for a couple of years.&nbsp; Yes, that means I was 18 when I started collecting another hoard.&nbsp; Had to wait until I moved out.Ah, the memories.&nbsp; Those were some of the funnest sessions I ever dm'd...&nbsp;&nbsp; 1am...&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; bedroom door locked with a towel stuffed under it to conceal the meager light that was given off by the office lamp...&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; books and papers positioned next to the bed, ready to be swept under should footsteps be heard in the hall.Combat, suprisingly enough, can be quite suspensefull when played at a whisper.It was kinda like Cloak &amp; Dagger playing Dungeons &amp; Dragons...Azz</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Azzemmell, post: 653506, member: 3207"] I marked "confiscated" also, but it wasn't quite like that. My brother, a friend, and I played when I was about 16. We had all of the 2ed hardbacks and all of the softbacks, except the green ones. We even had the full set of the trading cards. Man, those cards were cool, and I've never seen even one of the set again. I digress. Our parents were (still are) that breed of christian who thinks D&D is like a sign on your chest, "Attention all demons!! Please drag me to the fiery lake, etc...". They didn't know that we had over $200 of demon bait hidden in my room. Old houses are great for finding suprisingly large hiding spots. Only the cardset was stored in my brother's room, under a loose floor board. So my brother leaves for the army and my little sister snatches his room. Somehow, she finds the cards and the pictures scare her. She takes them to my parents and hysteria ensues. Now, I was leaving for summer camp the next day and I knew that they knew that even though I told them we only had one book ( I showed them the PH in a misguided attempt to sway their decision), they were going to tear my room apart to make sure all the demons 'was gone. Man, that was the heaviest bag I ever packed for camp. They didn't seem to notice my back bowing under the strain. I was going to camp with the friend who played with us, and I was driving my car. I couldn't store them at his house; his parents, also this same type of christian, were friends of my parents and he was in "trouble", too. So here we are, in my car, with about 250$ worth of 2ed books, about to leave town for camp... christian camp. It still puts a dull butter-knife in my heart when I think of watching them sail into that dumpster. AAAgh. We decided to lay low for a couple of years. Yes, that means I was 18 when I started collecting another hoard. Had to wait until I moved out. Ah, the memories. Those were some of the funnest sessions I ever dm'd... 1am... bedroom door locked with a towel stuffed under it to conceal the meager light that was given off by the office lamp... books and papers positioned next to the bed, ready to be swept under should footsteps be heard in the hall. Combat, suprisingly enough, can be quite suspensefull when played at a whisper. It was kinda like Cloak & Dagger playing Dungeons & Dragons... Azz [/QUOTE]

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