On the wall of my old bedroom in my grandmother’s house is a clock. It’s fancy, the kind with a pendulum. There’s a little door just below the face, and inside that splintery darkness is a tiny hook screwed into the wood of the back, and a world of possibilities ( Read more... )

I had all the manuals spread out in front of me. Heidi had decided to play a half-elven warrior. Michelle was going to be a halfling rogue. And Kirk, who would be running the game, said I could be a pixie bard. There were just some tables I had to roll on - some disadvantages I had to take, for playing a ‘monstrous’ character ( Read more... )