Glory Days and D&D: page 2
About two weeks prior to our abduciton of Glenn, I was sitting with my gaming group in the greenbelt between b and c wing at lunchtime. We had claimed the territory sometime in my sophomore year of highschool, and always ate there unless it was pouring rain.
Between sips of my Kool-aid infused Sprite and bites of margerine impregnated, sugar coated chunks of french bread, I began talking about the plausibility of alternate D&D realities. Considering that I was talking to a crowd that included a chick who claimed her brain was on an extended tour of Russia without her body, this subject was not weird enough to get dirision.
To the contrary, my little band of outcast gamer geeks absorbed my sugar fevered statements as if they were from a shaman or an Incan priest who had sat atop high frozen mountains chewing coca leaves to receive enlightened visions.
My words lead to many spin-off discussions regarding the nature of dimensions, time, whether or not time was a dimension, or if was a plane, etc. Needless to say, my associates eventually got to talking about what we'd do if a gateway to one of these realities actually opened, and what skills would be necessary to survive in such a harsh environment.
Suddenly everybody had a laundry list of abilities that would prove to be invaluable in this alternate reality. To a person, we all agreed that these skills would indeed be usefull. Well, except for the ones Glenn claimed to possess.
He kept saying things like "I'm really quiet" and "I'm nimble", to which one of us would say "Oh, yea, right, like that time you blew open all the doors on that level full of ghosts in Gauntlet 2 so you could get to that food, which you somehow shot and destroyed before we all got swarmed. Weren't you yelling something like 'MINE MINE MINE!' at the time?"
By the time the 5th period bell rang, Glenn was raging, repeatedly defending his abilities as a super thief and ranger-scout. We all went to our classes, and the discussion was tabled.
We refused to discuss the subject with him around, though we did talk pretend to talk about it, then loudly change the subject when he came near. When that wore thin, we got to talking about Paranoia, or Gamma world, or maybe it was Traveler, or some other game.
