My first character in Dungeons and Dragons, when I was 8 years old, was made when playing D&D with our rather awesome neighbor in Caspar Wyoming named Robbie. It was myself, Greg and He. I made a hobbit thief, in a fit of originality named Lippin. There were the other two characters Flipping and Nippin. We walked down a corridor and killed a bug bear.
That was it. Not a big deal really but I was hooked. Actually, I was obsessively hooked since I'd never found such a potent tool to unlock my extremely repressed imagination. I constantly bothered Robbie to let me play, even to the point that I left my soccer party early so I could go play. My parents, having read a Jack Chick pamphlet distributed by National Right to Life about the dangers of D&D, forbade me from playing.
This lasted several years.
Monday, January 17, 2011
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