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01/03/11(Mon)19:58 No.13389825We never had much as a kid. Dad could only work part time jobs since he couldn't get disability, and Mom's job gave us enough to get by. So even though the PS had just come out, I was excited to get a Super Nintendo and five whole games they got at a garage sale. One of those games was Chrono Trigger.
I don't know how many nights we sat in the living room, them watching me play that game. Sure, they'd have books they'd be reading, but still, they always seemed to be paying attention to the game.
Then, being the kid I was, I decided I wanted to make one some day. I remember that summer, sitting at the kitchen table with Dad, working on the mechanics. How do you decide if you hit, miss, damage, spells... All the mechanics of it all. Then I remembered, OH YEAH, STORY.
For four years, our weekends were spent at the table coming up with the story. It didn't start off as roleplaying, not really. Just them helping me come up with stuff. But as time went on, they were "playing my game." They had cool characters that formed the party, and I'd... Hell, I was GM, and they each had a stable of characters that formed the four-man party and reserve characters.
Four years. Jesus. To think that I brushed off the other kids at school so that I could play with my parents.
I didn't get into roleplaying proper until college. During summer break I'd bring my books home and we'd do that instead. My system was... overly complicated, more designed for a video game than proper roleplaying.
Pardon me. I need to call the folks. |