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.”

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