In the days of my father, RPGs were played in a larger seclusion. The rooms were dark, and kept ominous for effect, or maybe in a brightly lit library to enjoy the silence as the dice hit the table bringing a thundering noise in the players heart as they sat, waiting to see if they could make the hit. In the game was a table of 5-6 good friends who every Sunday played one of the most quintessential games to have ever existed. I am of course talking about Dungeons & Dragons.
One of these players in one of these many groups was my father, who enjoyed the game from time to time, and had a hammer mongering cleric with a level around 50. Dungeons & Dragons was a simple game to those who could understand it's concept, you have a story that is completely unhinged by anything other than imagination, a Dungeon Master would tell this story. My father said to me that his memory when he was Dungeon Master was a boring one, not nearly as interesting to him as playing.
Dungeons & Dragons. The name alone says it all, and if you play games you have likely heard of it, but some people do not know of it's contributions to gaming as we know it today. It was one of the first RPGs to have every existed is the common knowledge, but fewer people know that it was one of the few games that took RPGs to where they are today, it inspired people to try and recreate the feel of the game in a virtual environment. It inspired people to dream, it tested their imagination, and eventually had inspired hundreds of games, books, and accessories from all around the world.
It had many iterations, you could have the setting be what ever you pleased. There where such settings for it as Business & Bureaucracy, or Miners & Meteorites, etc. Each had it's own slight differences, and were made by the players to experiment different setting styles, but all had the heart and soul of D&D.
The days of D&D to me play like a musical, upbeat and fast paced at times, soothing and slow at others. But for me, it has been a long time since I have ever tried to play, I have nobody to play with these days. The once clattering of the game has gone silent for me as friends have come and gone. Til' it was nothing but me.
A thought occurred to me recently, this game has been around for about 40 years by the time of this post, and soon that number will turn to 45, 50, and so on. That is not only impressive, it shows that the community is still alive and kicking. There are people playing the Pen and paper style online, or in physical contact to this day still. So in remembrance, and celebration of this games long stood existence, this will be a discussion entirely about not only D&D, but tabletop pen and paper games everywhere, and the experiences we have had with them. Here's to another 40 years of secluded childhoods!
Anthony drove up to the town entrance, a big rusted metal sign declaring welcome to horrorfield, population: 1200. His car was almost out of gas by the time he found a motel to stay in for the week, and the place wasn't all that great, but it was understandable. This was a small town that couldn't get business even if it found a live dinosaur in captivity, and the weather made it hard to see the town at all up close, let alone 10 miles away. As expected the town had, like Oregon, a ghetto part, a better part, and the part that took 2 hours to drive to, making every trip you make cost a bit in gas, or so google earth combined with internet searches told him.
The funeral parlor didn't follow this trend, he found it not too far from the local area, and this was lucky because the rain was only getting worse, and driving to the stores, or other parlors in town was just too dangerous. Anthony pulled up by the parlor, and knocked on the door, now waiting in the growing rain.
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I wish I was powerful
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Go to kickstarter, make a page called "POTATO SALAD" and request 20 dollars
make a thousand dollars, as well as potato salad.
4: Profit
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No surprises there.
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I then ask the mailman what his relationship with the victim was.
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My suspects are the engineer and the gardener,
I ask the gardener what the color of the house, and other structures is.
EDIT: After we solve this one, can we make our own?
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Mom! How can watching Oprah kill me.
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7:34 PM, march 14th
Anthony drove up to the town entrance, a big rusted metal sign declaring welcome to horrorfield, population: 1200. His car was almost out of gas by the time he found a motel to stay in for the week, and the place wasn't all that great, but it was understandable. This was a small town that couldn't get business even if it found a live dinosaur in captivity, and the weather made it hard to see the town at all up close, let alone 10 miles away. As expected the town had, like Oregon, a ghetto part, a better part, and the part that took 2 hours to drive to, making every trip you make cost a bit in gas, or so google earth combined with internet searches told him.
The funeral parlor didn't follow this trend, he found it not too far from the local area, and this was lucky because the rain was only getting worse, and driving to the stores, or other parlors in town was just too dangerous. Anthony pulled up by the parlor, and knocked on the door, now waiting in the growing rain.
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Mom! How can playing Conker: Live and Reloaded kill me?