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<blockquote data-quote="Harlock" data-source="post: 239674" data-attributes="member: 4545">You asked for it.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It was particularly hot that Spring day in 1981.&nbsp; I was in third grade at the time.&nbsp; My best friend, Shane Newell, had invited me to his house after school to play.&nbsp; I had rushed home to tell my mother where I would be and had peddled like mad to get there quickly, so as to maximize the amount of time we were able to play, since I had to be home by what we in West Texas call,&nbsp; &quot;dark.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; When I arrived at Shane's we talked excitedly about what we could do.&nbsp; The possibilites are indeed endless when a couple of 8 year olds get together.&nbsp; Of course, five minutes later we were parked in front of a TV watching cartoons when suddenly Shane was struck by some inspiration.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;My older brothers have this game and it's really neat!&quot;, he must have said before adding, &quot;it's got all these cool monsters and magic and swords and stuff!&nbsp; Here, lemme go get it.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; You can imagine my dissapointment when he came back not with a box like Monopoly, or LIFE, but a couple of books.&nbsp; If I had wanted to read I could have stayed home and done homework.&nbsp; But, for books they didn't seem half bad.&nbsp; One had some gigantic devil-thing holding some fair maiden in its vile clutches, while the other book had another gigantic devil-thing, a statue, holding a big bowl that was on fire!&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;How do you play?&quot;, I must have asked.&nbsp; After all, where was the board?&nbsp; Where were the little cards you had to pick up to know what to do?&nbsp; Indeed! and, where was the fake money?&nbsp; What kind of game doesn't have multicolored bills of differing denominations with which to aquire game-goods and game-services?&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;It's easy.&nbsp; You be a wizard and I'll be a cleric.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;A what?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;A cleric. A guy who fights with a sword AND does magic.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Now, I knew he was getting a better deal here, but it was HIS game after all, so I agreed.&nbsp; Shane acted as the Dungeon Master and cleric and I played a wizard known only as &quot;the wizard.&quot;&nbsp; We both contributed to the story and in the end our heros beat up all the bad guys but, only after being nearly beaten into submission for dramatic effect.&nbsp; My love affair with fantasy roleplaying and in particular, Dungeons and Dragons, has obviously been going on since this fateful Spring day.&nbsp; I bought the books shortly after I was let off of being grounded.&nbsp; What?&nbsp; Would you have been home before &quot;dark&quot; if YOU had been fighting a room full of baddies?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; <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&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Harlock, post: 239674, member: 4545"] You asked for it. It was particularly hot that Spring day in 1981. I was in third grade at the time. My best friend, Shane Newell, had invited me to his house after school to play. I had rushed home to tell my mother where I would be and had peddled like mad to get there quickly, so as to maximize the amount of time we were able to play, since I had to be home by what we in West Texas call, "dark." When I arrived at Shane's we talked excitedly about what we could do. The possibilites are indeed endless when a couple of 8 year olds get together. Of course, five minutes later we were parked in front of a TV watching cartoons when suddenly Shane was struck by some inspiration. "My older brothers have this game and it's really neat!", he must have said before adding, "it's got all these cool monsters and magic and swords and stuff! Here, lemme go get it." You can imagine my dissapointment when he came back not with a box like Monopoly, or LIFE, but a couple of books. If I had wanted to read I could have stayed home and done homework. But, for books they didn't seem half bad. One had some gigantic devil-thing holding some fair maiden in its vile clutches, while the other book had another gigantic devil-thing, a statue, holding a big bowl that was on fire! "How do you play?", I must have asked. After all, where was the board? Where were the little cards you had to pick up to know what to do? Indeed! and, where was the fake money? What kind of game doesn't have multicolored bills of differing denominations with which to aquire game-goods and game-services? "It's easy. You be a wizard and I'll be a cleric." "A what?" "A cleric. A guy who fights with a sword AND does magic." Now, I knew he was getting a better deal here, but it was HIS game after all, so I agreed. Shane acted as the Dungeon Master and cleric and I played a wizard known only as "the wizard." We both contributed to the story and in the end our heros beat up all the bad guys but, only after being nearly beaten into submission for dramatic effect. My love affair with fantasy roleplaying and in particular, Dungeons and Dragons, has obviously been going on since this fateful Spring day. I bought the books shortly after I was let off of being grounded. What? Would you have been home before "dark" if YOU had been fighting a room full of baddies? :) [/QUOTE]

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