It’s not exactly a secret that I’m a huge nerd. But recently, I feel like I crossed a rubicon into deeper, obsessive nerdery than ever before: I started playing a lot of Dungeons and Dragons. I played a little growing up with my older brother — weird little homebrew games where we ended up abandoning the dice systems and most of the rule set so we could play in the car on long road trips or sitting in an airport waiting to get on a plane or, memorably, on ski lifts with soft flurries drifting down around us. It was a game of improvised storytelling with a little random chance thrown in and neither one of us remember a single detail from any of those sessions.
The Writing Game
The Writing Game
The Writing Game
It’s not exactly a secret that I’m a huge nerd. But recently, I feel like I crossed a rubicon into deeper, obsessive nerdery than ever before: I started playing a lot of Dungeons and Dragons. I played a little growing up with my older brother — weird little homebrew games where we ended up abandoning the dice systems and most of the rule set so we could play in the car on long road trips or sitting in an airport waiting to get on a plane or, memorably, on ski lifts with soft flurries drifting down around us. It was a game of improvised storytelling with a little random chance thrown in and neither one of us remember a single detail from any of those sessions.