I know I am not breaking any new ground when I say that covid has brought a lot of changes into all of our lives. In my case, I went from working in a building with 200 people, to working alone, in my house under my cat’s judgmental gaze. I used to be able to stroll into the liquor store without fear, now I stroll in wearing a cloth mask like a damn beer ninja. I used to have faith in the relative intelligence of mankind… now, not so much.
It all started in a previous age, when AOL was still distributed vigorously via floppy disc delivery. My parents got a computer for the family, because that was a thing you did in the mid 90s. Fate was on my side…
So let us continue the series by reminiscing on the many nights of snacks and laughter I spent with tabletop Roleplaying Games. After I will talk of how these pen and paper rpg’s influenced my life.
I have always been hesitant to play Dungeons and Dragons. This is NOT because I was poisoned by the court of public opinion. I wasn’t worried that I would become some cliché caricature of a nerd complete with thick glasses and pocket protector.
So let us begin this series with my long-running obsession with Wargames, as well as skirmish games, complicated board games and how they changed my life.
If you were to ask me about the tabletop game Warhammer 40k ten years ago, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you much about it. I’m not even sure I knew that tabletop games existed. That changed in college…
Standing on the precipice of 40 years old, I now have a long history of building smaller versions of much larger things. In my youth I spent a lot of time on my own for various reasons. So building things(or taking them apart) was always a good way to pass the time. And keep myself sane.
