The shoes of a few of my players by high school, as photographed by my mom while we rolled dice upstairs. Owners of those shoes still play with me today.
To write some sort of introductory post about what roleplaying games mean to me would be a fool's errand. The impact this hobby has had on my life is immeasurable.
There is no better way to have fun, no better way to forge friendships, no better way to spend free time.
I returned to tabletop roleplaying games in 2020 after an eight-year hiatus. Two years later, it's hard to imagine how I ever let this go. But I know. Some journeys must be taken without books and dice.
I had never been a devoted blog reader until this year, when I gradually discovered blogs through the OSR subreddit. Reading many of my feelings put into words by esteemed others has at times been a spiritual experience. Gaining new ideas and insights has put me in the prime of my refereeing career.
My cup runneth over. Life is good.
Here I will give to you what has been so freely given to me. My contribution to a fine community of players and referees who love these games that are so much more than games. Thoughts, stories, and dreams.
I still have that first d20, now aged twenty years. Mercifully, I have misplaced the haircut.