I remember when I first tried out DnD. I was in the cafeteria and I was really fascinated by all the dice that were involved in the game. I had never seen a 20 sided die before and I didn't know what it could possibly be used for. I played... for years after that. I had a lot of fun, met a lot of friends that way and I made a lot of great memories. Sadly, the game itself is starting to fall in the back corner of my toy chest of life. I mean... I go to games... and then it just falls flat: nothing. It's not like I'm a n00b and I don't get it, because I still get it... I just don't really care.

I guess I spent a lot of high school playing a lawful good magic user or whatever and occasionally running some games... but now, I'm a lawful good person, traveling the world and writing novels. I guess I'm still doing all the things I did when I played DnD, it's just not roleplaying anymore... it's life.

I really do help orphans. I really do save stray dogs. Maybe it's bland of me, but- I actually am starting to have more fun being myself instead of pretending to be somebody else.

Still, it hurts when I sit in a room with nerds and dice and a DM just starting out and I find myself checking my watch, when I used to wake up from dreams, complaining that it was already over.

I don't know.

this seems sad
Clearly you should switch to being chaotic evil
» Zanzibar on 2011-03-26 05:53:26

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