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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BiggusGeekus" data-source="post: 312476" data-attributes="member: 1014">Assuming I could never get back (or even not getting back within weeks) and assuming this is in a "published" D&D world?No.* I'd miss my family, friends, and girlfriend.* The number of times a character would have died but was spared via DM fiat is without measure.  Ergo, I'd have the life expectancy of a Honda dealer at a Harley Davidson rally.* To quote Gilligan's Island, "No phone, no lights, no motor car, not a single luxury."  The masses of wizards/clerics/druids/whatever that act in a support role for gaming worlds are never, ever in evidence.  People have a habit of saying "oh, yeah, they're out there" but for the most part I've never seen 'em in the books.  Magic strikes me as the ultimate social divider.  The "haves" are in a phenominally better position than the "have nots".  Technology improves with time.  A $100 TV purchased today is far superior to a $100 TV purchased in 1970.  In other words, "real" fantasy would be a headache and a half.* Illithids eat your brain.  Is it just me, or does that seem a little more meanacing when it's your actual brain they want to eat as opposed to an imaginary brain belonging to a piece of paper?* Species/racial hatred is common in these worlds.  I find that depressing.* Can I mention "Illithids eat your brain" twice?  I mean .... IT"S MY FRIGGING BRAIN!* This past weekend I travelled 1,000 miles in a matter of hours, ate food from around the world, listened to music of my choice that played at my whim, went boating for recreation as opposed to doing it to get the Gem of Water that had to be combined with the Crystal Fire of the Northern Elves and use it to prevent the ninth coming of the immortal demon T'abunkus, had a marvelous time in a jacuzzi that I will not detail here, and you're telling me I don't already live a fantasy life?* Intellect Devourers.  Brains.  Eating thereof.* Clothes that fit.  Ever wear a tunic?  Ever wear underwear that didn't have elastic?  Clothes that fit are highly undervalued.  As are flush toilets, refridgerators, and tap water.  It would be like camping all the time only there would be things trying to eat my brain.* The only life I could possibly make for myself is as a fashion designer.  Computer programmers are not in high demand in fantasy worlds and I don't kid myself about being able to "make gunpowder" or any other thing cross-dimensional heros seem to have no problem doing.  I would design a line of men's garments that acknowledged the existance of a crotch and a line of women's cold-weather gear because the poor things always seem to be on the verge of frostbite in these worlds.  This does not strike me as a fufilling life.Plus, there's no clothing designer prestige class that prevents you from getting your brain turned into someone's Pop-Tart.</blockquote>

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