Running 'round, killin' stuff

By the time I'm able to get to a computer, I usually forget what we did the game-session before, but Braek isn't dead yet. Actually, I don't think he was wounded at all during the last adventure (which we didn't finish, so I have now jinxed myself). We're dibbling around in a Ravenloft-style dimension, and I'm just thrilled with anticipation of having to fight my first 57,834,792 unDead, but all at the same time. Brutal.

One thing I've learned, instead of actually how to play D&D--I still have no clue--is that those people who are the reason why mothers tell their children they can't play shouldn't be played with. That wasn't just amazingly-clear, so I'll restate: those who make the game into some sort of...well, you know the let's-go-out-in-the-woods-behind-the-house-and-kill-my-sister stereotype, as well as the very-famous Devil-worshipper type--and while of course both of these populations generally shouldn't be the butt of some snarky joke, what I'm trying desperately to say is that DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS IS FUN, FUN, FUN. I can't possibly see how an evil player-character would get anywhere in this game, since you really need to cooperate, excercise your team-player skills and yes, occasionally take one for the team. This is a social game. I understand that there are people who ruin the game for "nice kids," exactly as there are people who ruin anything for anyone. I put "kids" in quotation marks because I'm playing with a bunch of old-heads--the youngest of us is in college at the typical age, but the rest are old enough to be telling their own (if hypothetical) children to stay away from the game. Not that they would.

It's fun, I promise, just use your sound judgement. If you don't like your immediate game environment, start another group of your own. It's only the Devil's game if you set out a chair for him and ask him to bring the chips.