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Wizards of the Coast has Resurrected Dungeons & Dragons!

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I haven’t played Dungeons & Dragons in YEARS. I know, for one who claims to be a lore-master of gaming, this is a pretty damning admission. I’ve moved on to greener pastures. When Wizards of the Coast announced 4th edition, I wasn’t exactly thrilled…when I actually got a copy of 4th edition, I converted to Pathfinder and never looked back. Sure, “DnD Next” is on it’s way, and while they’ve made strides to improve the game for grumpy old wizards like myself, it’s still a long way from being satisfying…but that’s neither here nor there.

 

 

Yesterday, Wizards has announced the opening of their new website, “DnD Classics.” This website is devoted to codgers like me who yearn for “the good old days,” and keep shouting at “those new adventurers to get the hell off our lawn.” Essentially, Wizards is releasing the entire back catalog of Dungeons & Dragons products, all the way back to first edition! Read the rest of this entry

Dungeons & Dragons: Warriors of the Eternal Sun

Growing old sucks. This isn’t just the blatantly obvious ramblings of an aging nerd realizing he’s just a few short years away from graduating from being “young” to being “middle-aged.” You notice many things about yourself and the world around you. You step on the scale and realize that you no longer suffer from that being underweight problem. Nothing works the way it used to; your joints start to creak every now and again, you start taking multivitamins to keep up your energy, and you start getting up in the middle of the night to take a piss. Sure, I complain, but I’m still a “young” man. I’m not giving up on youth completely until Ensure becomes a regular part of my diet.

It’s not just the physical things, either; You start to dread your own birthday, most of your favorite music is considered “the classics,” and when you’re in public, people stare at you because you jumped off the fashion train when the Miami Vice look was still en vogue. You start to feel out of place, like you’re part of a bygone era; or perhaps part of a Dr. Who prank in which you were drugged and dragged into a TARDIS and the “random” button was hit, and now you’re marooned in a different time. Even your hobbies have “evolved” (and I use the term loosely) with the times, leaving you to be that cantankerous old geezer with a shotgun sitting in his rocking chair on the porch yelling at the young’uns to “get the hell off his lawn.”

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