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-10 HP.
Gary Gygax has failed his last saving throw.
For those of us of a certain age, D&D was, if not the first, one of our early gaming experiences. Yes, the man could be an opinionated bastard, but he was a creative, generous, opinionated bastard. And that makes the difference.
So, as we gather at the tavern to wait for the inevitable adventure hook to walk through the door, relate you favorite D&D tale. In character, table talk, odd events with dice.. whatever.
You enter a 10x10 room, an orc is guarding a chest...
For those of us of a certain age, D&D was, if not the first, one of our early gaming experiences. Yes, the man could be an opinionated bastard, but he was a creative, generous, opinionated bastard. And that makes the difference.
So, as we gather at the tavern to wait for the inevitable adventure hook to walk through the door, relate you favorite D&D tale. In character, table talk, odd events with dice.. whatever.
You enter a 10x10 room, an orc is guarding a chest...
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But my favorite D&D memory, especially in this context, would probably be one of my very first. It was 1980 or so, I'd just started playing "blue book Basic" with the other kids at school, and the module was good ol' B1, "In Search of the Unknown." My character was one of the pregens from the back, Trebbelos the Boy Magician. The party I'd joined had already made a couple of forays into Quasqueton, and they took me to the big chunk of mica down in the caverns that gives you a random magical effect if you chip off a flake and put it in your mouth. IC and OOC (not that I was really clear on the difference at the time), I wondered if it was some kind of weird hazing stunt for the new guy.