My friend Dave introduced me to Dungeons and Dragons when I was twelve. We played it at school, during lunchtimes, and I loved it.
My parents consented to buy it for me for my birthday. It was a lovely red box with lovely shiny red books inside. I soon got my parents and my sister, Ali, to join my in a game. I was Dungeon Master, of course. My Dad made a wizard called Gandalf. That was predictable too.
I used the starter adventure – the one that was already in the book. What I didn’t realise was how many times I would be saying the words: “you enter a thirty by thirty foot room.” I guess I didn’t care – I was just so excited at showing my family this new game. My mum still remembers that vividly and I remember her rolling her eyes and saying “not another thirty by thirty foot room!”
Ever after that, whenever I played Dungeons and Dragons she would ask me how the thirty by thirty foot rooms were.
I’m sure I learnt to describe things with a little more detail as I continued my ‘dungeon master career’.
#28daysofwriting Day 18
Picture from Brian Hall. To read about a real gamer, check his blog.
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