Yes, folks, Dungeons and Dragons had its 30th Birthday yesterday.
I remember as a kid hearing all the weird news reports about how D&D was this horrible mind-altering thing, with kids dying and stuff. Yet my brothers played the game every week (or more often), and, well, they were nerds. They just sat around talking, rolling dice, and reading out of books to argue about combat minutiae.
I played my first game of D&D when I was eight years old. I remember it well. I was a magic-user. My brother Brian was… OK, so maybe I don’t remember it very well. My oldest brother, Jay, was the Dungeon Master.
And I died in the third room to a Green Slime. I cried, and never wanted to play D&D again. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve played that particular game since then, though I’ve played a whole bunch of variants (I particularly remember many sessions of Champions), and enjoy the crap out of Neverwinter Nights, a video game that uses the D&D rules.
OK, maybe I have played it since then. Just not in the pristine pencil-and-paper format.
What about you? Was D&D your first introduction to role-playing games? Were you really into it, or hardly involved?