Male Half-Elf Monk 1
"Looks like we need to vote either continue on our mission without Janira, or go after her. I vote for going after her, once she is safe then we can continue our confirmation." Naeem crosses his arms, looking like he's reflecting on something.
Male Half-Elf Monk 1
"I have to agree with the good Doctor here. The desert can truly wear on you, but here in the forest there are too many spots for bandits and monsters to leap at you." Naeem scratches the top of his head, looking displeased.
Is it possible for me to do a Perception check?
Like a lot of other gamers, D&D was a escape for me. I grew up a foster kid, and in 5th grade I was introduced to D&D. I never really played, it was more like a pBp, but my friend at the time would come and tell me what the game was and I said what I wanted to do. From there I was hooked. Finding ways to trade my transformers for a player's handbook. Hiding my AD&D 2nd Edition Player's Handbook from my foster parents and teachers, my brother and I would play when we were suppose to sleep. We didn't have character sheets, but just my memory. Instead of rolling dice, I would randomly say numbers in my head, and have my brother tell me to stop. I would game elements from Legend of Zelda II Adventures of Link, Final Fantasy, and Wonder Boy in Monster World. I never got to play these games, but had to watch my foster parents biological kids play, never getting to touch the controller. A friend at school brought a Final Fantasy Player Guide, and I read it from front to back, and grabbed info from the bestiary in the back, with Kraken being a final monster. I remember watching on TV the news about a teenager in Wisconsin I believe who killed someone blame D&D for him doing so, and stated that it lead him to satanism. I was scared that if my foster parents were to find out, I would get my ass beat, which wouldn't make a difference since my brother and I were abused. TL:DR: Anti-D&D propaganda (lol) was some weird s~&~. D&D allowed me to escape my own s!#&storm. |
