Author: Walt Page 8 of 12
When you think about a small town, do you imagine that it’s a quiet place? I certainly do. And, for the most part, West Point was a pretty quiet place. You might hear a teenager’s hot rod once in a while. And there was certainly some noise from the grain elevator down the street, at least at certain times of year. But much of the time all you would hear is birds singing, and the wind through the trees.
One of the things I love about backpacking is meeting the local residents. Some people might say it’s a bad neighborhood. After all, the residents are known to frequently kill and eat one another. But I’ve found they’re a hardworking lot, who are just trying to live their lives and feed their children. Let’s meet some of them!
We all know Spiderman got his superpowers when he was bitten by a radioactive spider. But what if it wasn’t a spider? What sort of hero would you get? Or would they even become a hero?
Perhaps the most iconic symbols of tabletop roleplaying games (RPG’s) are the funny-shaped dice. Even if you’ve never played an RPG, you’ll probably recognize “D&D dice”. But how are they used, and why are there so many different kinds? Let’s talk about that.
One of my readers pointed out to me that not everyone has played a role-playing game (or RPG, for short). So today we’re going to explore the basics of what RPG’s are and how they are played.
I mean sure, there are some mornings I feel like I might be. But age isn’t what I’m talking about.
“Can you be a brave boy for me?”
When you’re an eight year old boy there’s really only one answer to that.
We were standing in Grandma’s kitchen. It was usually a busy place, especially when there was family visiting. And there was a bunch of family – my aunt and uncle had brought Grandma’s cousin Elanor from Germany out to visit, so they were there, along with their kids. There were other relatives there too. I don’t really recall who, exactly. But it was a pretty full house that night. The place should have been full of noise and laughter, and the kitchen should have been full of people. Earlier that night it had been. But now Mom and I had the room to ourselves. Strange.
