I played D&D and sundry other role-playing games (hmm…BattleTech, Car Wars and a bunch of others) in my early teens. I credit it with broadening my vocabulary, invigorating my imagination and teaching me the basics of storytelling and public speaking. It also kept me out of trouble.
I played nearly every Sunday with a strangely international rogue’s gallery (+2 obscure D&D reference there) group of my fellow nerds. There was Richard, the emaciated British kid with a thick head of, well, pubic hair. There was Albert, the shy Chinese kid whose house smelled funny (though his Mom made awesome won ton soup). And there was Christian, this incredibly tall Swedish kid with an awesome accent. Oddly, he did some modeling on the side.
We rotated houses each week, and probably played for six hours during each session. We’d always order pizza (I expect that it was Pizza 222, which the locals will no doubt remember). Christian had a killer basement gaming room, with axes on the walls and the whole nine yards. In retrospect, he was probably a likely candidate to shoot up the school. Hurray for tight Canadian gun laws.
It was immensely dorky, but I have fond memories of that time before girls, summer jobs and World of Warcraft.
What’s your favourite D&D memory, ye fellow dorks? First commenter gets a -3 Cursed Keyboard of Public Shame.