Osiris Ra wrote:
I am weeping now that this has set in after a few hours.
Back in 1978, as an extremely geeky 12 year old with a poor grasp of English, I was introduced to the world of D&D by someone who had the original books, before they were put into boxed sets. My mind opened up. I made an assassin as my first character; one that worshipped Asmodeus, because I loved the description of his intelligence -- supragenious. There were only two of us in that party, but we played and had fun exploring the world within our heads. This lasted only about one Summer, but I could not stop thinking about this game.
By 14 I had hooked up with another group, one with six-eight players. My English improved in no small part to reading the stuff in the first 2 boxed sets and the Monster Manual....
Osiris, it looks like we had parallel trajectories in our D&D experience. I was also 12 in 1978, though I didn't start playing until 1979, when I got a hold of the boxed set with the dragon on the front.
I played with a school friend, just the two of us, taking turns as DM. In time, I recruited my younger brother and his friends into sessions, where I was the DM. We played through the Drow modules, all the way up to the encounter with Lolth (Q1, I believe).
In college I joined a group that became the longest lasting campaign of my life, going for over ten years. I usually played a fighter/thief hobbit named Arlo, who became a legend in our circles. I took him from 1/1 to 7/7, and under a DM who was very stingy with levels. He had a Sword of Sharpness, and it was always fun to roll that 20 and lop off a head! Those were the best days of my life.
Really amazing to read all these stories of thirty-ish and forty-ish folks whose lives were transformed by the great Gary Gygax.