Gaming with Schwalb
So. Uhm. I have a question for you Internets: Do you want to play D&D with me?
Killing Stuff & Doing Stuff. The Game
My Favorite Local Watering Hole (Bar) is sometimes my second office. It’s a bit of a retreat for me when the four walls of my home office start to bubble up, when the hobo presses his face against my window, when the cats, in their endless plotting, start yowling show tunes until I feed them, I may snatch a small notebook and pen, race to the bar, and plant my ass on a barstool. I’ve had some great ideas at this place. I’ve also had some terrible ones. I’ll leave it to you to decide what this one is.
Some Wisdom from my Father
Almost 30 years ago, in a flash of insight, I thought to show my parents what I did on Friday nights (this was before my ill-advised stripping career). Armed with my red box Dungeons & Dragons set, we created characters and I sent them into the dungeon included in the DM booklet. As with most grand ideas hatched in an adolescent’s brain, it did not turn out the way I expected.