Dungeons and Dragons and the various other incarnations of RPGs helped me, in all seriousness, survive high school. DnD gets a bad rap, but some of my fondest memories are from roleplaying sessions with good friends. The night of my Bachelor Party (ugh.) was a knock-down, drag-out, laughing-on-the-floor gaming session with friends and brothers, rather than a creepy, uncomfortable evening of stag films and strippers.
I gamed instead of going to Prom.
Screw Prom.
I played DnD for the first time when I was eight years old. From then on, I pored over Players Guides, DMs Guides, and Monster Manuals for years.
Fantasy is an escape, roleplaying is a shared hallucination. It serves a purpose. Very few people can handle living in the "Now" every waking moment. We need fantasy, and we need play some of the time.
Gygax is on the list of people I owe, but I've never met.
Sixty-nine isn't a bad age to go, but everybody wants more time.
It was fun, Gary. Once the party and I get some gold together, we'll go find a high-level priest and get you back in the game.
"We're reading the Bible, Mom!"
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