It was suggested that I speak of things that were. We first generation gamers are getting older. I myself had a way too close call last December related to diabetes, septicemia in my right foot, that I cannot feel. I lost two toes, a year of my life healing, and I came way too close to not being here. Enough maudlin musing.
In 1976 I went to a gaming convention called Michicon to play a game called Seapower. A miniatures naval wargame. Michicon was for board and wargamers, not those upstarts.
Well TSR was there and had a booth and did demo games. The thing is I have been doing this with my friends for years. We just had no handle for it, no system. So I bought D&D and the Greyhawke suppliant (Which you really needed to play the thing.) A pack of character sheets, Tegal Manor and I was off.
I’ve never looked back. 46 years of the hobby has seen me gain love, experience loss and teach a whole new generation. Both of my wives came from gaming. I buried the first, the one that gave me a son. I attended the funerals and weddings of gaming friends.
My game, which has woven the whole thing together has stayed in one world and has a continuous history. It transitions from D&D to AD&D 1st then 2nd, finally to a mashup of 2nd and 3rd Edition that is the current game, and I quit the churn. I have my own rulebook, it’s on my website The Olde Phoenix Inn on the Greyhawke Champaign page. ea I need to update the beast, it is currently a mix of 2E and my current game. The website does not get enough love.
Enough for now. I’ll get back to gaming in the wild days.
PS: I’m a terrible typist. If you see obvious errors blame dysgraphia. The bitch messes everything pu.