Mike the Lab Rat wrote:The guy who became a guru to funyun-eating, Mountain Dew-swilling, basement-dwelling, celibate losers not only managed to find a wife, but helped pound out six freaking kids? Props to Gygax.
I'll tell you what -- an old buddy of mine is quite the D&D player. Dude has also competed in MMA tournies, worked as a bouncer at some really tough clubs, and has managed tittybars, all the while nailing the finest employees of said tittybars.
The stereotype doesn't always hold. How do even make fun of a guy like that for playing D&D?
Way back, years ago, Homeboy didn't pay some speeding ticket, and subsequently got tossed in jail for it. It was one of those friday-stuck-there-till-monday deals. He tried to keep to himself, but feared thatbhis reputation as a local badass might be a problem. He was hanging out at his bunk, minding his own business when he noticed that all the supersized gang banger thugs were all looking over at him, whispering to themselves.
"Oh shit, this is about to get ugly. I could be in some deep shit. I need to take out the biggest one first and hope," he thought.
Big monster gangbanger dude walks over. "Hey, one of my boys recognizes you."
[/i]"Oh,fuck. Here we go,"[/i] my bro thinks.
"Yeah, we heard you were the best Dungeon Master in town. Will you teach us?"
Bro does over to them, and they had stacks of D&D manuals, but didn't quite know how to play. My bud said it was about the easiest few days in jail one could hope for -- he was a freaking jailkhouse hero. All the smokes and weed he wanted, all weekend.
But it's a social networking tool I'll forever be less than privy to.
Sweet Jesus
