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The deacon from my parents’ church found out I had it and he told my mom to take it from me and burn it. It had something to do with the casting of spells in the game or something. This same deacon told me birth control was okay for married couples. This deacon and his wife have now been divorced for over 10 years.

After my mom threw away my D & D stuff I got into the TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES role-playing game for a little while. Then I got a guitar and haven’t been interested in role playing games for over 15 years.
 
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AquinaSavio:
I’m going to avoid it anyway. 😉
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Okay. Fortunately, it’s quite easily avoidable.
 
Wow, this is the first thread i have seen on this topic, and i was never so proud to say…i am and love to play D&D! You guys are very clear with readers on the actuality of the game…love it.

Been a player because my son wanted to get into it, and i had way to many questions. My son had physical limitations due to lungs failing, and it was easier to let people come to my home. We ditched the dinning room table, and put up three rubbermaid confrence tables,

We had a hoot, and as a player also, i watched my son grow in being faced with many chalenges in game over the years, and more so as he was a DM. He was very serious religiously, and held great respect for not ever endangering others morally or religiously. He was a really good DM. No evil alligned characters were to be played…ever. If your act was considered that way, your character was taken. Zero tolerance there.

We played to save the world, not take it over. Power in anyones hands misused is never good. So it all depends on the DM. We were lucky enough to team up with an orriginal member from the beginning days of D&D, that wanted the few abuses he had seen with the game…to be stopped. He was willing to teach this to my son, and teach him to be good at stopping things that should not happen…even the smallest. Nip it in the bud, for the love of your friends, and the love of the game.

It is two years since i have played with him, as he passed away. I miss the Saturday morning, one eye open, toast in hand, and DM books in the other look as he set up in his scooby doo boxers…then ran to get dressed as Saturdays were his…all day!

Then since he could not stop raving about all that went on in the game, how pleased he was with another characters growth, and how he has to reel another in a bit…all smiles, and i would go to the mall with him to see a movie.

We’d laugh at the fact that we had no life…but what we had, we loved because we did it together. almost 19, and he still liked his mom!

Too cool…I miss my son Will alot…he often snickered about the stars that were collected in a pattern for the dragon Draco. He’d say, “and don’t forget the Dragon Rider!”

For now…he is my dragon rider in the sky…:love:
 
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Irenic:
I’ve been playing “Icewind Dale II” on the PC and it’s really made me miss my ol’ RPG days. I played very little D&D proper, but it’s the granddaddy of them all.

I wish I knew of some folks who ran a game online over voice chat or OpenRPG or something. Virtual d20s are better than no d20s at all.
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Irenic:
rpol.net/rpol-main.cgi

You can find lots of PBeM games here.
Not the same as live chat, I know.
 
Remmy,
That was really touching. :o

My 2 oldest brothers got into playing it but I don’t know how far in they got. I always wanted to but I was scared to ask. I figured they wouldn’t want to play with me.
 
Thanks redtech…actually, gamers are open to share with any and most people that want to play. They will, however, not ask you in if you do not show interest, but they are aware of certain things…like the need for power and controle…wanting to kick butt, regardless of them being the good guys or bad guys…those types, in my games, were avoided like the plague…

they kinda size you up, and if ok, they will still let you know their ground rules.

Hey, my son was not allowed to “hang out”…that was asking for trouble. Structured play is simply no different than you being superman, or even Louis Lane. It is freeing, and builds confidence, structure, playing as a team, working togetherr to better the world, and always good wins.

Our world is based on Role Playing…it is the best way to learn how to play house, race cars, hunting, being a teacher…everything we do, is because someone taught us, and we are trying to do as good of a job as we remember them doing…it sets examples in it.

Reality is this, some parents beat their children, burn them, kill them etc…this is simply disgusting, and evil acts. In anything we role play, we are aware of the evil acts if we have been grounded as a child…this sense of right and wrong has to be taught…not protected from. Then the children can not learn to discern for themselves.

It is children that have been hidden from bad things in life…protected i might call it, that have not the learned skill to discern anything bad comming their way. Then there is the child that was simply never taught the difference. Would you let a kid drive a car…no, we are aware of the inability for them to accept responsibility for their actions. In game, there are the un-learned children, or the simply unaware children that can take this game…OR ANY OTHER GAME and abuse it’s intentions based on a more selfish need…to gratify their own needs.

Most Christian children are brought up totally aware of the importance to put others firs…we hope this better selection of who we role play with is adhered to…for the sake of our friends, and for the love of life afterwards. All our actions count…so be choosy, and stick to the rules.

I can not say the same for simple Hockey…now i do know there is good and bad in everything, but this game builds self esteme, without the coach reeming them!

Long live the mighty D20…

Ha, you think i wondered if Will still didn’t make the odd roll there in heaven…hehe…

the D20 only made a random chance range from good to bad, at how well you called your action. …

In a world where there was negitive energy…i decided to try throwing a small bottle of Holy Water at these bad dead dudes.

The dice said one…that is a fumble…so the dice said i tripped, and dropped the bottle…

I blew up my entire group…it was awful…i was actually so sorry, as i had hurt my friends characters, got teared up and all. It took me two weeks of homework to make a character…they laughed…they could make one up on the spur of the moment…i thought the adventure was over…like i was the one to loose the baseball in a kids game in the park. Wrong…Will was there…hehe!

The DM, my son, laughted silently, knowing that the other more experienced players would not take this personally. Some how, we were teleported out of there, and we spent the next half hour healing everyone…

So my son simply wanted me to know, that it is for the better of the adventure, that no one really get hurt…there is always an out, some how…in the DM’s decisions.
 
I have to echo redtech on his comment, that was very touching Rammy. What, perchance was wills favorite race/class? I may have to add a Will to my campaign…a high level Human Cleric NPC perhaps? 👍
 
Thanks for telling us about Will, Rammy. I’m with Isidore: I’m think I’ll add an NPC named Will to my current game. The setting is England in the Year of Our Lord 1348. What do you think of a Gray Friar (a Franciscan) who’s a little bit more than he appears?

TeresTala
 
I did not play when he had first learned, but he did seem to be quite content with being human…as he loved life so much. Being terminal was hard enough to deal with, but facing it was the most courage i had ever seen in my life. Trying to do what he had done…with him gone, and doing it all alone, has me falling apart. He never failed to believe in God, call upon him at every thing he ever did. To know him was to think he was just a really nice guy…there for everyone first. His religion was personal, and very private. But he never once let others lead him. He and God were tight. he was content if God wanted him home, as he respected God knowing what was best for him…but he simply wanted the strength to endure, if that was what god wanted of him. His will be done, as he would say.

He was a huge fan of drama, and comedy was his relief. In order to face life, you had to laugh as well, or you’d crack up…hence, he lived for the humor in Monty Pythons Holy Grail. He loved actors that brought you there, to make you feel life, was not ashamed of crying in a movie, and knew that something touched him deeply in it if this happened.

When he died though, it was from strep throat. It weakens your heart if not medicated fast enough. With failing lungs already, he did not have the strength to fight it, and only lived two months after they discovered he had it. He adored his friends, and was NOT a mamas boy…just content that if he chose to live for what Christ had helped him discern…lonely was not that bad in comparison to selling out…God meant to much to him.

Just before we found out he had strep, he collapsed in the wings of the theatre after his play. His teacher (gr. 12) was close, as she had almost become his nurse/mother in school. She ran out crying saying it just was not fair. As usual, he never ever went to bed untill he knew what he was to do, or to learn from God that day. If not, he would ramble with me for hours. Funny, i never knew i had a best friend when i had him. Now i do know, there will be none like him. Anyway, he sent an e-mail to his teacher trying to rest her thoughts and heart.

I knew nothing about it untill the preparation of the funeral when she showed me it…meet my sons heart…

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Dear Deb,

i feel it is my duty as your friend to bring light to a subject that i know troubles you, especially after tonight’s episode.
My entire life i have struggled each day with my medical condition. whether it is physical, mental or spiratual trials, i have learned to accept it not as a curse, but a gift from god. it has opened my eyes and alowed me to look at the world in a different perspective. to apreicate the little things that people take for granted. i have seen a life time of hurt, in my own life and in others. years of comming to terms with my condition and accepting my self for who i am. my father, although i hardley remember him now, played a large roll in my self esteem, and thus i have always doubted myself. luckily, my grand father took me under his wing and taught me how to dream the impossible. without dreams and goals there is little point to existance, it is what makes us human, the ability to seek more in life, to have hope in times where it seems impossible. i believe a miracle is what allows me to continue each day, despite what statistics say. it is because of this, that i made the choice to seize the day (carpe Diem) and make my life extrodinary. i could have allowed my self to give up on life and wait in fear of the end. but instead i chose to dream, to work hard for what i wanted in life. a person once said, shoot for the moon and even if you miss you’ll at least be among the stars. i have seen horrible thing in the past. i have seen how addiction, greed and pride can destroy lives, but i choose to learn from their mistakes.

tonight when i was lying down in the wings, stuggling for breath, it wasn’t the inhalers or the water that made me better. it was the people arround me that cared enough to stay by my side. the tears you saw were not tears of fear, but rather tears of joy. i have spent my life trying to use teh time i have left to chnge the world, in small steps, starting with the people around me. trying to live an example that may inspire others to not give up ,hold on to hope and dream the impossible. the reason i was crying is because i was overwhelmed at the fact that in one of my darkest moments, i was not alone. i was put at aww that so many people cared. inspired because it gave me hope that there is good in the world and that we can change it. but it needs to start with ourselves. we need to believe that change is possible. to believe in love.

you often wonder why i want to become a teacher. its because i want to inspire. to give other’s the tools to dream and change their own lives. to become better people and charrish life. you doubt your self all the time, but what you forget is that you change lives every day. not because your a teacher, but because of the person you are and the heart you possess. whenever you are frustrated, remember that you can’t fix everyone, but you can help a few, and that is the greatest accomplishment you will ever achieve. if anything, take pride in what you have done for me, because you have made a difference in the person i am. and the person i will be.

thankyou.

Love Will
 
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Dearest Will: Thank you for your kind words. Even though you should be in bed! However, I am glad to hear you’re up and around again. I could say alot, however, I just want to say you don’t need to become a teacher to inspire others, you already do that yourself, by being you.

I’m sorry I had to leave the wings, but I actually started crying. When you were holding your mom’s hand, I was touched by how strong a bond you two have. I hope I have that with Ariel when she becomes a teenager. I also got really scared. I know I have to accept the fact that I might loose you one day, but it’s hard sometimes. It just amazes me that you’re not angry, or pissed at the world for throwing you such a curve ball. Right now I’m really angry that such a wonderful person such as yourself has to go through this ****, when there are jerks out there who could care about life. I know I’m not making sense, but it’s hard to put into words what I’m feeling. It just makes me angry that you, who cares so much about living life to the fullest, can’t walk to the cafeteria without loosing your breath. I know I don’t appear to make a big deal out of it, but it bothers me everyday. But you’re right, maybe this is what has made you who you are, and it’s why you care about other people as much as you do. Now that I’m crying for the tenth time tonight, I’m going to try and get a couple of hours sleep.
Love Deb

He was true, honest, and you got what you seen in his friendships…nothing special to point out…but together…simply a wonder. Dealing with longevity is the amazing thing that makes us not waste life, and embrace it.

and he did that…

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This is him content…student teaching Drama, in his cubby (the sound booth/office area for the theatre) In his Catholic High School, Notre Dame.

and with my girls from a second marriage…but to him, and in my eyes as well, he WAS their father figure. He adored them, and wanted them to have what he held dear in his heart…God, life, dreams, and contentment.

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He was seriously a good kid…but yes, he was a man, and every sock he owned, i had to pick up…lol!
 
I have played D&D and similar for many years and I haven’t become possesed, killed anyone, performed any occult activities, commited suicide ( I am typing this), or converted to Wicca or any of that nonsense.

It is a GAME!
I love it. It has created some wonderful memories and in the past, friendships for me.

It is hilarious how the ignorant parental backlash of the 70s is still going strong against it. If you are not doing what you are supposed to be doing in reality or so wrapped up in it that you are pullling a Pardue freak out like in Mazes & Monsters, well then you need to get a life. LOL

I also posted in the other thread related to this

Good to see some people still play or like the non-computer RPG’s

Godspeed
 
If Will were a character, he’d have the heart to enjoy life like Peter Pan…always looking for an adventure…

He’d have the sense of humour of Monty Python…he was cute!

He’d love the discipline of the the Monk …Like a friar

He would definately look out for others first…Sooo,

He was a natural, Robin Hood!

He identified with the character Stryder the most in his young adulthood. Everything life was throwing at him, Stryder finally faced, making him a better man, a stronger man, and an Honourable person to so many. He was facing his actual ability to stay living…

In total, My son was my fathers double, and my father was and will always be, my King Arthur!

Will loved King Arthurs beliefs, and the type of person he was!

Does that help! Sorry to confuse you with so many…but he never sat still long…and for no oxygen, ya gotta adore his spunk!
 
Thank you…to suport that D&D is good, it was a large part of his molding process…but his foundation was with God!
 
I interrupted your story with my earlier post - we were posting at almost the same time - sorry

D&D and RPG players are usually very creative people that can take a world of imagination and bring a little of that into reality 😉

It seems that WIll did, too. 🙂

I think the game has definitely shaped me in some ways
Part of it was my battle with my father over it (he did not like it because it was not based in the real world)

As well as being a hobby, it is also a symbol of my independence from his overbearing and cruel authority.
He made me personally burn all of my books and I cried as I did so, because I was a good and studious son and I did all he asked of me, but he was taking away my hobby - my personal joy.

I shortly afterwards left home at 16, not because of that incident, but because of his many cruelties.

I continue to play and when I was older, it gave me great pleasure to inform him that I still did 😉

I have had so much fun with the game and have even done live action games.

It is my favorite non-sport hobby even after all of these years.
I am moving soon and when I do, I have planned as one of the first things I am going to do is form a campaign group so I can share more good times and make new friends 🙂

godspeed
 
Yes Godfrey, it does do these things. In Wills past, his father would not accept him, but was a paun to make me do things i have only recently made peace with. It took years, and yet he still searched for why he was not loveable to his OWN father.

Every time Will made peace with something, he wrote a poem…

Lost Boy Child
-Will Forest-

The last time I saw your face,

You were cold and so far away

When I reached my arms to you,

You would turn and walk away.

Each week you’d smile at me,

Keeping secrets so very deep

Why can’t you hear my tears?

Each night as I sleep.

As a child i waited for you,

Torn between all the endless lies

Each night I prayed to god,

For mom and dad to compromise.

But then I turn and blame myself,

Seeking answers from up above

I need a miracle from you god,

Why can’t I heal with love?

Is this all that’s left in life,

Should I hide from reality?

Why can’t I find a way,

To cure my insanity?

The other day I thought I heard,

My father softly call my name

And with foolish hopes I cried,

Knowing nothing had changed.

I was still a lost boy child,

Thinking I could make him see

All I ever wanted from him,

Was for him to love me.

But now I realize that he,

Didn’t intend to make me sad

I can’t teach my father love,

The kind of love he never had.

So again I pray to you,

For a favour from up above

This time it’s not for me,

Please show my father love.

After this poem, he changed his mame to my fathers last name. Honouring who was truly his father figure…although he used the name since he was told by his father at age 7 that he did not want to be his father anymore, since he was gonna die anyway!

He never got over it, but was determined to be one of my dads family members instead of his fathers. In my family, there were 6, so on everything, he claimed the number 7. His hocky joursey, and all…7th member, and how proud to be a Forest he was.

He was clever…
William…after my grandfather
Brian…after my brothers hardships down wrong paths…
Armand…after my Da
Forest…to belong

Over most of his grade 7 8 and 9 books from school have scribbles… I Will B A Forest
 
touching how he wrote
every son wants the love of their father

I have done one about my father, also

It is simply called:

for father​

how many hundreds did you kill
those three years away at war
while I, a lad of less than five
your son, a small boy, only four
watching pictures of a jungle faraway
wondered if I’d ever see daddy again
finally there did come the day
that you did return home alive
wounded in both body and in heart
yet always absent, from me still apart
honored by the president with a star
all I received for adoration was scorn
the fighting was now supposedly done
for me the violence had only just begun
as I was punished for imagined crimes
you told me to be a man and not to cry
enduring the yelling for hours on end
silent tears fell as I looked into your eyes
once wanting to be just like you, I am not
your hands did harm, but mine give healing
do you despise me because I am like my mother
because instead of hardness I have feelings
one last thing did you murder, father
the love that I had for you
 
Wow, that was very much full of honesty and pain.

It is terrible sometimes when a parent, no matter what, can storm past a child in pain, and not notice. To feel nothing outwardly, and deliver what they feel just. To love a child unconditionally is the only way. If it happens otherwise, we have missed Gods true intention.

Often times, we do not realize that it is our one chance here on earth, to be given the chance to see life from birth to death, from beginning to end…and in this sight, we need to find out what Gods plan is.

It was evident, he either never had, or lost his connection with the lord…he was alone in his parenting, and pain. A life lived without God hurts more than oneself…it has a chain effect…connected, yet a weak link can break us all.

A love as pure as a child is a gift of pure Gold…how sad that he will or has, lived his life not seeing the treasure right under his nose. To never know how close a child of God was to him, or even God. How very lonely. A child learns what they live…and he will have to account for, someday, to why you are missing something. A part of your heart.

If the pain and hurt has gone on so long…only stopping it in it’s tracks could be right. I pray for you that even if there is not any more hurt, that at least the pain stops. Please let God teach you that there are reasons for what has happened to you. Just maybe, this young death you felt will make you never abandon a single person or soul…there Will be something positive come of this. God can not choose our paths (your Dads) but he can be there for the choices he mad…and the things that he has caused. We see you in his light…no heart is unwounded fully. But this is much.

Roleplaying gives you the things that love took a way. Facing so many vilins…easier than the eyes or the voice of someone dear hurting you.

I do pray for healing, and Grace to endure this for you…and i know that Will shares a kinship to your pain…I will ask him to interceed on your behalf, and get some heart strings mended for you…in Gods time. In the meantime, be proud of who you are now, because of the tenderness you learned from this rejection of sorts.

Peace!
 
Morning guys…

man, i was so pumped for a new game i just joined. It was in the planning for over a month. When we got together to get help with making our characters, hand in our histories…we started the few players off…(4 of us) Then the next week there was 11…holy cow that was confusing…

But to my sadness…i had to quit…seems i was unaware of some activity in the group, that i did not aprove of. Hack and slash guys, killing without any reason but to get the treasure…they wiped out a dozen knomes in their own dwelling, for a treasure that was in the tower. Ick…to me, that was an evil act, and one without any conscience for the game, the players, or the future of the adventuring team.

Boo hoo…but picking a good group is hit and miss…

I’ll have to miss this time!
 
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