“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he
I know only two "James" and one of them is unmarried AFAIK, so... this must be the kilt-wearer.
ReplyDeleteIf I remember correctly, we all had girlfriends at the time, and they occasionally even role-played with us. And as far as I recall, none of the play-acting ever got so heated as to nearly end in a boy-boy makeout session.
I miss RPGing a lot, actually. The costumes? Not so much.
Someone set up us the bomb!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I recall being a 32" waist until I was about 26 or so. No longer.
ReplyDeleteI played D&D in 7th grade and did the adventure game on my TRS-80 - go west , go up, pick up knife, etc etc.
ReplyDeleteSay hello to Lee, stacy and Ruby for me, this is Steve in Nagoya.
Hi, Steve. I hope to see them next week, so I will convey your greetings.
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