Watching the news this weekend, I was disturbed to learn that a twelve year-old girl and her thirteen year-old boyfriend gunned down her mother and step-father. The girl had apparently run away from home last month and returned, guns-a-blazing. Her mother was dead on the scene. Her step-father, who slipped into a coma shortly after identifying the shooters, died last Thursday.
“I can’t believe this,” I remarked to my wife. “When I was twelve, I played with action figures. I played DnD!”
“So, nothing’s really changed?” She asked.
“I don’t play DnD anymore,” I scowled her direction. “I prefer games with mechanics that drive the story forward and reward deep roleplaying, games where players share in the storytelling.”
She snorted, “Elitist.”