I have seen things you *people* wouldn't believe.
I've often said, to myself I've said:
'Cheer up Quicksilver you'll soon be dead;
it's a short life, and a gay one!'Being, for the most part, a personal perspective on the early days of RPG's in England
I have not played an RPG in over 25 years, and the time period during which I was an active RPG-er was little more than 4 years. Like Roy Batty, however, I packed a lot of vicarious living into that time.
Four years in the life of an average human is enough time to complete a college degree, paint the Forth Bridge, or build a scale model of the Hindenburg out of matchsticks. You could also do something meaningful like have a kid, write a novel, finish a term as president of the United States, or cross the Andes by frog.
During that time an RPG-er will die a thousand deaths, experience the highs and lows of existence, the joy and misery that role-playing games trail in their wake. I'm talking here not about the fly-by-night RPG gamer, those who dip their toes in the water, but the hardcore. Those of us who will stay up until 3 am to complete a dungeon level, or roll dice to resolve combat as we walk down the high street on our way home from school.
Ours is a particular obsession, up there with the dedicated train-spotter or football fan. We have our own special anorak to wear, and we wear it like a badge of courage. Or wore it, in the case of some of us.
My life in the role playing world spanned four active years, a little shy of the lifespan of a Nexus-5, followed by several twilight years of tangential involvement. It was a different time, before the mainstreaming of fantasy, when gamers had to seek each other out and when it was hard to gauge how large was the gaming universe.
Although I wasn't there at the beginning of the hobby in the UK, I was there in the early days and they were great times. This list is a reminiscence of what it was like in those days, times long gone but fondly remembered.
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