Adventures in Adventures: pt I, The Saga Begins

It was a beautiful autumn afternoon, the perfect beginnings of a magical Saturday. Literally. Twas the first day of my home brew dungeons and dragons campaign.

They met at my house, adorn in the finest attire for the event to unfold; old bathrobes, left over Harry Potter cos-play paraphernalia. Old bed sheets wrapped like the kind of Saud. Outfits made of rags good enough to have been picked from the back stages of Broadway. The druid had crafted horns of newspaper and masking tape, well on his own personal campaign to be my favorite.

We piled into my dads trash van, with the widows stuck open and countless spiders, but we cared not, for adventure awaited! At the twenty-four hour dunkin’ donuts we’d order rounds of dunkaccinos, delivered with all the smile and pep the works could muster. We’d play late into the hours, monopolizing the back corner much to the chagrin of the oldies that would come and stare.

We couldn’t care less about that. We had spent too long in the shadows with forced ironic laughing at class creation and races. Too many times had we giggled at the names of kings we had secretly envied. Too long had we had crushes on our opposite sexed characters and mocked it like middle schoolers trying to divert attention.

For a few blissful weekends, it was heaven. But nothing beautiful lasts in this world, as god is jealous. People move, some people lost interest, some people got internships. And, too be fair, my home brew left a lot to be desired. Not having someone play test your dungeons can lead to some really sticky situations and plot holes you didn’t notice because you were too busy fantasizing about how kicking a three story ghoul fight would be (true story).

Yet recently I have felt a stirring. Not to hang up my dice and embrace the joys of adulthood, but something deeper in me craves for darker fruit. I have recently reached my limit as a player and an organizer during our most recent and ambitious outing. I crave more control, god like powers over the world that my lack of charisma and stammer could not convey. I want the visual medium, and a thought out story narrative for the player. I must: make a video game.

Yes! Despite having no coding experience and only a chromebook to my name, i will endure to at least make a good faith effort to make a video game. I feel something new in my. A fire in the pits of the soul of man: to create, to express, to share my world with another. Quixotic? Yes. Foolish? Maybe. Will I finish it in a way I envision it right now? Highly doubtful. But when I lay on my death bed and the Archangel Gabriel is picking the equivalent of Ragners for the final battle, I will say “I spent my life writing a video game”.

How hard can it be?