And the best gaming story I've seen in an obituary comes from near the
end of this one:
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/exit-the-dragon-master-793150.html
It goes:
The only time I ever got to play Dungeons & Dragons for real was
for a radio programme, and it really was real. Instead of an
imaginary world at a living-room table, it was set in the dungeons
of Peckforton Castle in Che****re. People in costume camped there
all weekend, visiting the dungeons to play in real darkness and
damp, with real mossy walls and creaking doors, and other people
costumed as Orcs, Kobolds and other forms of oubliette low-life.
I didn't do too well and the BBC duly broadcast the Dungeon Master
(or Mistress, in this case) shouting "Bywater! Your chest has been
caved in! You are dead!"
Later I asked the organiser who had done best. "Well," he said,
"we had a group of blokes, very anonymous. Army chaps. Based at
Hereford ... they arrived, all rather small, all rather wiry, all
rather silent. In they went. Ten minutes later they were out
again. All the monsters were dead and nobody had known they were
in there until they were on top of them."
If Gary Gygax's legacy is good enough for the SAS ...
* SAS = Special Air Service, British special forces. Their main training
center is in Hereford.
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"Every decade is a source of embarrassment for people who were young
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