Changing Rolls

I recently started playing Dungeons & Dragons again. It had been years since I had a regular gaming group to meet. My wife (who has NEVER played any table top role playing games) and I were invited by the spouse of her co-worker. 6 of us ( 3 couples) now get together a couple times a month. We take turns bringing dinner, snacks, and desert. We share creative problem solving, witty banter, a light meal, and a couple beers, while rolling funny shaped dice on a big dry erase tablecloth. Not a bad way to spend an evening.

We coughed up the money for a current Players Handbook; it retails for about $50 today. That’s a lot of money for a damn game book, but not crazy money. When I thought about it, my original edition was $10 in 1978. The inflation index prices it up just about perfectly.

It started me thinking about the way we play now, contrasted with my adolescence. If you’ve ever watched Stranger Things on Netflix, you can probably imagine my experience. Regarding the actual game, it is very similar. It takes place in a fantasy world – something like medieval Europe, but with monsters and magic. Dice rolls and probability tables determine your success or failure. And every so often, you pause the game to go back to real life.

While the basics are the same, the experience is entirely different. As a kid, it was all about competing. It’s what they call a dungeon crawl. The tagline of Steve Jackson’s parody card game “Munchkin” sums it up better than I ever could:

Kill the monsters. Steal the treasure. Stab your buddy.”

Contrast that with the experience we have now:

Get together with people over an evening . Talk about the highs and lows of work, family, and life in general. Add your own ideas to a fun story that one of your friends made up.”

See that? Both describe the game. Neither are right or wrong. As a 12 year old, it was a perfect activity. As a 50 (something…) year old, it’s STILL a perfect activity. It’s really the same activity. But really, it isn’t. And that is a “natural 20.”

-Toph

The original, circa 1979

The Final Frontier

July 20, 2024 marks the 55th anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing. I wasn’t old enough to fully appreciate the significance of that feat, but the occasion was memorable enough to serve as my earliest memory as a child. I was lying on the floor, asleep in front of the small black and white TV in our living room. Mom and dad woke me up to watch Neil Armstrong step off the ladder and onto the moon. While I remember being awake and watching it occur, I don’t remember what I supposedly said when it happened, but I’ve been told it was something to the tune of, “It isn’t really the moon. It’s just TV.” Cynical, even as a toddler.

As time went forward, however, I remember being very interested in astronauts and the solar system in general. Dad got me up early (or let me stay up late, depending,) to watch whatever particular meteor shower was coming, or go to the observatory for events or viewings. In school, I made a presentation on the overhead projector, using black paper and different sized pin holes to show different constellations. I even drank Tang, because the astronauts did. (Something we later learned that, while true-ish, was a bit of a misrepresentation, but that’s a topic for a different story.)

Space still holds fascination for me. I love the movie “The Right Stuff.” I still like to go out at night to catch a glimpse of the Leonid shower, or check out the lunar ellipse. I still think it’s pretty cool to look up, and pick out Venus or Mars among the other little lights.

And I still think Tang is way better than Kool-Ade.

-Toph

1902’s A Trip to the Moon