Tonight was the last straw for me and D&D (probably roleplaying games in general) after another barrage of pissing and moaning from the other players on how “they’re not having any fun.” Trans;ation: “we’re not getting our way.” Well, after eight years of trying to balance their enjoyment to the detriment of mine, I decided to just walk away from it because gaming sessions eventually deteriorated into forums of incessant bitching.
The list of the whys, the whats, the hows, etc., could fill up a small book yet I think it’s a waste of electrons on my page. Being succinct is certainly not a personality trait of gamers and I am going to make a break from it. Besides, when a hobby begins to feel as if it’s unpaid, part-time job, it is no longer a source of recreation but one of stress; hence it probably contributes to my anxiety. Gary Gygax’s death and the release of the terrible Fourth Edition rules should’ve been taken as a hint to quit sooner.
I can tell my wife is disappointed (she plays too) yet my brother will cheer (he has always hated it). Somara will manage though, the others will play with her and we all did long before we ever met.
Meanwhile, I will be in the process of selling my stuff because I don’t want it around cluttering up the house any longer. Maybe I can use the proceeds to finance next year’s trip to Vegas.
When this story hits the bottom of the page (becoming number 10), the D&D category will be removed from the site.
I’m sorry to see that you’re removing the category. I encourage you to keep your comments on Gygax up. I found them to be biographically useful. A lot of Gygax groupies are trying to shout down anything negative said about Gygax and your comments are noteworthy.