Recently some friends and I have been playing Dungeons & Dragons.
[pause to let snickering die down]
Well, snicker all you want, but it’s been incredibly fun. Playing a game like this, which is all marks on paper and your own mind, makes you realize how little imagination we are called on to use in our everyday lives. We have so much entertainment in this society, we are drowning in it. But 99 percent of it requires no imagination whatsoever – it’s just poured over you like syrup on a pancake. You only have to look at the toy aisles to see what I’m talking about. There’s still a huge Lego aisle, for example, but they’re all pre-measured kits that make a Star Wars figurine or some such. Try to find just a big box of regular Legos, with maybe some of those green platforms to build things on. It’s harder than you think.
Yes, I am a grumpy old man. Let’s move on.
I played D&D a little in high school, and getting back to it has been a mind-expanding experience, especially with the imaginative group we have going. They’ve been pressuring me to be the dungeon master next time. I have some ideas about an enchanted cathedral, with a dark side (all ebony and black marble) and a light side (all glass and pearl).
After all, how bad can a game be that lets you command monsters like the black pudding and gelatinous cube?