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Boy has it ever....
I began playing the Basic and 1st Edition of another role-playing game in the late 1980s. I was 6th grader in Southern New Hampshire and a student at the local dojo. Some friends of mine from both the dojo and school started messing around with games and character creation. We traded Dragonlance novels, and generally just spent every weekend doing the same thing, playing games and building forts. (In New Hampshire it's a time honored weekend activity to build forts in the woods.)
The "party" stayed relatively stable through middle school. The games became more detailed and the settings varied, but the game was always there. We took turns running games, but I spent most of my time on the crunchy side of the screen. School days almost always included notebooks with drawings of what we thought a Longsword +1 was supposed to look like, and not a single drawing of a mitochondria was left without an arrow in it. It felt like it would never end.
But it did.
It didn't end with a bang. It ended with Real Life getting in the way. Different high schools, different colleges, girlfriends became wives, 15 minute bike rides became 90 minutes drives. September 11th happened. War intervened. 90 minute drives became 3 hour flights. Game days were built around "leave from Iraq" instead of finals week.
I never stopped playing. Being the GM runs in the blood. It's literally tattooed into my flesh. The dojo was always there and new friends would come and visit the world made my the d20 for a while, most would wander off.
That pattern continued until Pathfinder.
Curse of the Crimson Throne was my first foray into Play By Post other than dabbling in Pathfinder Society. It was an opportunity to bring the band back together. The group, 25 years after we started, was back. An Army officer in DC, a cop in Maryland, friends in Massachusetts and Maine. We were back. That campaign has been going strong despite war, children, career changes, and distance.
We haven't stopped. One player just had his second child last week, but the game will be there when he's ready. It's hard to explain to others, but if you're here reading the comments on the Paizo website, then you get it too.
I should note, that while I check the blog regularly, this post was pointed out by a NEW band member. Pathfinder Society organized play has connected me with people I consider true friends who I would never have met otherwise. Here's a shout out to Thunderspirit. It's why I'm a venture-lieutenant today, to make sure the band plays on.

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Yea.... I can't top that Mr. Marsh. Good stuff...
I will still leave my note that PFS, through PbP has helped me get back into gaming in a way I never thought possible. We've got a pretty good group of guys that I would call my "new home" and several of us got a chance to meet at last year's Gen Con. Looking forward to more fun and frivolity.

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I love stories like these.
My semi-regular home group was dragged kicking and screaming switched to Pathfinder at my request, and it's actually brought others behind the GM screen since, as 3.x converts, they were largely familiar with the ruleset.
Plus, the sheer number of great people and I'd-table-with-anytime players I've met at conventions, game days, and online is hard to fathom. I'm sure I could count them all...but why would I, when I could be playing instead?
Here's a shout out to Thunderspirit.
Right back atcha! :-)

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Certainly a good pick going with Sterling and Jessica Metz. I had the pleasure of playing with both of them in 2014 at Momo Con in Atlanta during a two month stay in Georgia. Always a joy to have them at the table and I highly recommend trying to jump in on one of their games if you get a chance.
I was the guy who brought the white Labrador, Bacardi, to the Con for the weekend.

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I recently played Barker, tiefling Ranger 8/Investigator 1 in Doom comes to Dustpawn in the shadow of the Shrine to Compton's Head.
On a side note, I game with Jessica and Sterling fairly regularly and I can always count on fun characters and the unexpected from them no matter which side of the table I am on.

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Sadly most of my original game group(s) have worked their way into the fabric of the world. Several have passed on.
I fondly remember our antics; robot penguins with tentacles and whirling blades of death, tiny toy robots that shot many magic missiles, killing off Shub-Nigurath in her lair with a thrown rock, summoning Azathoth into the sewers below Sanctuary... ahhh...
You make friends and create some great stories.

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Sadly most of my original game group(s) have worked their way into the fabric of the world. Several have passed on.
I fondly remember our antics; robot penguins with tentacles and whirling blades of death, tiny toy robots that shot many magic missiles, killing off Shub-Nigurath in her lair with a thrown rock, summoning Azathoth into the sewers below Sanctuary... ahhh...
You make friends and create some great stories.
gosh... did you play in the same group as me?
was it a 20' robot penguin with tentacles? that you had to "kill" with a ...ah... "slingshot" you got from the female fighter in the party?

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Boy has it ever....
I began playing the Basic and 1st Edition of another role-playing game in the late 1980s. I was 6th grader in Southern New Hampshire and a student at the local dojo. Some friends of mine from both the dojo and school started messing around with games and character creation. We traded Dragonlance novels, and generally just spent every weekend doing the same thing, playing games and building forts. (In New Hampshire it's a time honored weekend activity to build forts in the woods.)
The "party" stayed relatively stable through middle school. The games became more detailed and the settings varied, but the game was always there. We took turns running games, but I spent most of my time on the crunchy side of the screen. School days almost always included notebooks with drawings of what we thought a Longsword +1 was supposed to look like, and not a single drawing of a mitochondria was left without an arrow in it. It felt like it would never end.
But it did.
It didn't end with a bang. It ended with Real Life getting in the way. Different high schools, different colleges, girlfriends became wives, 15 minute bike rides became 90 minutes drives. September 11th happened. War intervened. 90 minute drives became 3 hour flights. Game days were built around "leave from Iraq" instead of finals week.
I never stopped playing. Being the GM runs in the blood. It's literally tattooed into my flesh. The dojo was always there and new friends would come and visit the world made my the d20 for a while, most would wander off.
That pattern continued until Pathfinder.
Curse of the Crimson Throne was my first foray into Play By Post other than dabbling in Pathfinder Society. It was an opportunity to bring the band back together. The group, 25 years after we started, was back. An Army officer in DC, a...
...Nothing like posting a reply to a thread that looks to have died over a year ago :)
A toast to My DM and the best friend and fellow fort-builder a 12 year-old could have asked for!
Chris has been running my characters through dungeons for literally decades, and I'm still excited to check on my phone for the latest update, so for that - thank you brother!
The reason for this post is to congratulate him and our merry band of 'murder-hobos' (shameless rip-off of DM Thunderspirit) on five years of amazing PbP action in our Curse of the Crimson Throne game.
Here's to S! A finer DM and friend you won't likely find!