I was an awkward teenager when I started working in IT. It beat flipping burgers, so I was in. I hopped around different corporations doing it until I wanted to peel off my skin and use it to parachute into a volcano.
In my early 20s I tried my hand at AV. Now instead of helping technologically illiterate people fix their computers, I was setting up sound and video equipment for the technologically illiterate.
At 22 I tried DnD 3.5e, became obsessed, and needed to DM. (Did that come from all the voices in my head, or because I’m a control freak? I’ll never tell.) I needed my imaginary friends to hang out with others.
By my second session as DM, I was making my own adventures. Now I’m master of 5 multiverses, and despite my initial worries, my friends always came back for more. My longest campaign has lasted 5 years, and still going strong. The players are epic level and difficult to reign in, but I like the challenge.
I was wary of sharing a homebrewed campaign with three players I’d never worked with. Not to mention being self-conscious about being recorded. But in those first recordings I laughed my ass off watching the three stooges stumble through the intro.
I’m pleasantly surprised to have made a connection with three gingers a million years my senior. Hopefully our little experiment can help other DMs out there realize: no party is as disorganized as mine…
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