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Message: <blockquote data-quote="kenobi65" data-source="post: 1762821" data-attributes="member: 1515">It was March, 1982.  I had some money I'd gotten for my 17th birthday, and went down to the mall (Port Plaza, Green Bay WI) to buy a new model rocket at Kay-Bee Toys.  Well, they didn't have any rocket kits that I was interested in...but they did have a D&D introductory boxed set (the purple box, with the Erol Otus picture of the dragon on the cover).  The neighbor kids played it, and I'd looked at their books once or twice, and it looked like it could be fun (I was already a voracious reader of fantasy novels), so I bought that boxed set, instead.My first character was Rolf, an elf (you may recall that, if you played a non-human in those rules, your race was also your class; "elf" meant you were fundamentally a fighter / magic-user).  The neighbor kid, David, was willing to run me through the module that was in the box (Keep on the Borderlands).  Even after having read the rules cover-to-cover, I'm not sure I was entirely prepared for it (I'm sure it didn't help that Rolf was going into the caves solo).  I remember getting my butt kicked by kobolds and hobgoblins repeatedly, and frequently retreating to the keep to recuperate (since the monsters didn't seem to care much for chasing you.)It was whacko, but it was fun.  A few weeks later, a classmate of mine invited me to join him at a AD&D game he was just joining.  My friend stayed for 2 sessions before dropping out; I'm still playing with that same group, 22 years later. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /></blockquote>

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