History of a Gamer
I was relaxing in my little walled courtyard, reading Hotel Berlin 1943 and partaking in this year’s harvest of Sam Adams Oktoberfest, when my phone began to frantically inform me of an astonishing turn of events. People were tweeting on Twitter. Tweets! Twitter! On! Utterly baffled by this bizarre news (who would ever use Twitter to tweet), I dutifully opened the app. Among the hundreds of wonderful tweets in my feed, I found a simple question that caught my attention. "How did you get started in role-playing games?” I was about to fire off a short reply when I realized that this was something I could blog about instead. What follows, then, is a tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, and his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth. No. Wait. That’s a different story by a far better writer. Let's try again. What follows, then, is wonderfully brilliant monologue of my life-long love of games, much dice-rolling goodness. Someone had to write it. That someone might as well b...