It was 1985, and I remember we were hiding near the school library’s long, dusty corridor. I remember we had a couple of dices, scribbling numbers on some scraps of paper. I remember the DM describing a scene to us. I remember his lisp and I remember looking up a spell while someone kept watch in case a pesky librarian walked by. We were in the midst of the Satanic Panic of the 80s and growing up in a mission school made it doubly worse.
Fast forward to 2018. A friend in the office asked if I would like to join his group. I reluctantly rolled up 5th edition half-orc monk and that marked my return to the game.
Fast forward to April 2019 when my DM had to take a break and have a baby. I took the leap and started my own game as DM. I’m proud to say that I have more than 20 games as a DM under my belt.
I enjoy playing and DM’ing for many different reasons but there’s a big part of it that reminds me of my days in school, back in the simpler 1980s when the most complex thing in life is trying to figure out how many dice to roll for a critical hit.
