I began playing Dungeons & Dragons (D&D) nearly fifteen years ago on an evening much like last night. I had come home from college the year previous after finding out that chasing women who want to get caught and drinking enough to pickle my liver weren’t the sort of things that got you a degree. My brother had been home longer than that after things got bad for him in other, less fun, ways and I was looking for a way to connect with him.
Then came that night, high up on the mountain, when he asked me if I wanted to join him at the Life Time Loser Lounge along with thirteen of his closest adventuring buddies to take on a tower in the middle of a swamp. I didn’t know what any of that meant other than “tower” and “swamp” because like any good southern son I’ve been traipsing through forgotten buildings and hidden wildernesses since I was old enough to get out of my mother’s sight.
I told him yes, and the next four hours were some of the most boring hours of my life as we were sent up against a reality shifting angel that we couldn’t escape and couldn’t beat. Tom and I were sitting next to each other and broke out cigarettes we started smoking inside as Little E, the owner of the lounge, ran about the room frantically trying to wave the smoke outside. When we finally left Tom begged me to come to a different game on Tuesday; one he promised wouldn’t suck. He was right and I’ve been playing and writing about role-playing games ever since.
I started my first role-playing blog back in 2013 and called it Dyvers largely because I’m a contrarian. I started writing attempting to emulate the works of other bloggers and early on I went for the easy topics: snarky reviews of published works, self-important rules drivel, and of course everyone’s favorite: boring harangues about how the game should be played “correctly.”
By the second year of my blogging on Dyvers I came of most of that and started going in my own direction. I stopped looking at the blogs that tended to influence me back towards the same shit everyone else was doing and started trying to read people who were doing their own thing. So Dyvers developed into my own thing.
I liked writing that blog, a lot, but as time went on the functionality of Google started messing with my ability to post and I kept losing things I had worked on for days. I kind of became disgruntled with the whole blogging thing and thought seriously about shutting Dyvers down entirely but instead I started writing again.
Only nothing I wrote felt like it belonged on Dyvers anymore and instead it felt like it was time to go in another direction. So I made Dragons Never Forget and in a lot of ways I feel revitalized by the change.
Anyway, enough naval gazing for today. I just needed to put that in writing so that I could move on to something else.