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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Baastet" data-source="post: 1115991" data-attributes="member: 1029">My storyWow you folks had alot of cool parents! Were I so lucky when I was younger.<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown    :("  data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" /> I started playing D&D late in life (I was 15 when itroduced by some friends of mine). Needless to say I was sheltered as a child. My parents can only be described as fundamentalists.  I had been given books from my gaming friends for Xmas and my birthday. I had finally amassed an entired 1st ed. set of books! (including a 1st printing Deities & Demigods!!). I was estatic but I knew what my parents would think. I had heard how evil, dangerous, and satanic D&D was. I honestly hoped it would have blown over in my chruch and I could convince my parents through reasoning and logic that D&D was no more harmful than cartoons or barbies. (Oh how naive I was). Well I had been hiding my books in my locker at school but then spring break rolled around...  We were starting a new campaign in the Oriental Adventures setting, So I had to bring my books home with me to read. I was kinda sneaky in bringing them in. I had them hidden, spread out in between my matress and box spring of my bed. I would have been fine, but 2 days into spring break my older sister caught me reading them when my mom wasn't home. She threatened to tell on me if I didn't do all the chores around the house and basically put up with her lording over me... I tried really hard to comply, torn between my love of playing and my inner-anarchist. I did finally make it through the whole week. (it was a BIG struggle) School was about to begin on Monday. Only on Saturday disaster struck, My lovely sweet sister got busted for some piddly thing, so to take the heat off of her she decided to let mom in on my little secret! <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f621.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":mad:" title="Mad    :mad:"  data-smilie="4"data-shortname=":mad:" /> My mom came busting into my room demanding the books. Screaming about how I brought dangerous things in the house and how they were filled with witchcraft and how to summon demons. I tried to explain what it was really like. But she wouldn't listen. She tore through my room. I hoped she wouldn't find them, but she did. She took all my books away and threw them in the trash.  I snuck out early Monday morning to get the books from the garbage (Garbage men came that day) hoping to sve my books and give them a good home at my friends house. But my mom was wise to me. She caught me bringing them back into my room to put in my bookbag . I told her I would take them away and she would never see them again. But she wouldn't listen to reason. She told me to go to school and she would deal with me when I got home. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":eek:" title="Eek!    :eek:"  data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":eek:" /> When I came home later that day I was immediately sent to my room until my step-dad came home. When he did I heard the voices in the kitchen and a door slam and some noise form the backyard. My mom came to fetch me about 10 minutes later. She took me out into the backyard and there was a nice roaring fire crackling away. She told me that I had to throw my books in the fire and be free of the "demonic" hold D&D had on me. I couldn't do it.... So My mom and step-dad ripped the pages from the books and fed them into the fire, quoting scriptures as they burned my books. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown    :("  data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" />  I still get sad when I think of that time. I turned a corner that day and listened to my inner-anarchist from then on. I didn't give up playing. I decided that was the day I knew I could think and reason things for myself. It also got me to think on how many other things my parents were wrong about. (that's a different story <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />). It's sad but stillto this day she thinks D&D is satanic but there may be hope yet! <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />  Baastet</blockquote>

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