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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ranes" data-source="post: 2119638" data-attributes="member: 4826">My parents are no longer with us (unless, that is, they're playing a spectacularly cruel joke on me). But when I started gaming, they were fine with it, as long as it didn't adversely affect my school work. They got it, too. My dad had bought me a book on wargaming when I was ten years old and was able to make the leap from that to RPGs when I explained it. My mum was just used to her sons developing esoteric interests. Nevertheless, when it became apparent that I wanted to work in the industry, they were sceptical if not completely scornful of the idea.My dad and I had always had a fairly cold and even confrontational relationship, classic stuff from a psychological standpoint. He almost never expressed his approval of anything I did, which just drove me to achieve something. As soon as I'd finished school, I left home and started work. I got into the industry straight away and was rewarded by a few lucky breaks. Meanwhile, my parents moved to the country, still somewhat sceptical about my chosen line of work.When my dad passed away, several years later, I took some time off, to spend with my mum. One evening, I went for a drink in the pub that had been my dad's local (he'd possessed the carousing skill of a merchant prince on the Spinward Main). In the pub, I ended up talking to a guy who had become a close friend of my dad's. This fellow knew a lot about gaming and he knew what I did for a living. And of course, he knew all this because my old man had told him about it. And without me saying a word, he told me exactly how proud my dad had been of what I'd done.</blockquote>

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