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01/18/2004 Entry: "DnD"
I played some DND yesterday. For anyone that may not know what that is or may be in disbelief, it stands for Dungeons and Dragons. I had a lot of fun playing yesterday. A group of grown men many of them fathers to boot, discussing the height capabilities of dwarves and laughing at many of the games mishaps, including the wood chest that wouldn't break, what not to do when in an archers line of sight (don't bend down to pick stuff up), and that sticks arent good at breaking barrels. We we're all trying not to die in the game, but dying of laughter in real life.
It was really different to play as an adult. I haven't played two games in succession in more than thirteen years. It seems crazy to even think of it being that long ago. I remember that when I was fifteen we were much looser with regulations; all we really wanted to do is fight and get stuff. We rarely payed attention to how many arrows you had used up,or whether you need a chair to reach the torch on the wall. It was like an old western where you never have to reload your gun and you can tell who's a bad guy by the music playing in the background. Now we have hour long arguments as to whether a dwarf on one knee can really take cover behind a giant rat (true story), or whether a barbarian should be taught to read(also true). We seem much more occupied with creating an accurate and cohesive world where we can immerse ourselves with out inconsistencies to remind us it is only a game. It's all a little surreal , but so much of a good time. I wonder if I stopped playing now would I pick it up again at 41.
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