I just located and called one of my retired schoolteachers to ask her if she still had the hand- and typewritten homebrew dungeon she ran for our Gifted class in 1983. Surprisingly, she didn’t shriek and hang up.
HUGE RUINED PILE
A vast castle built by generations of mad wizards and insane geniuses.
Nostalgic doofus enthused about older editions of classic RPGs seeks input and validation from same in a butthurt-free virtual environment.
Yeah but did she have it?!?
She hasn’t seen it since shortly after we played in it. We may have been the last group (she ran it for Gifted class every year). She loaned it to one of my classmates, who promptly moved and disappeared. I searched for about a minute before finding that he’d died at age 28 in 1997 of a congenital heart defect. (Unlike Gygax fandom, I’m not going to pester his bereaved loved ones for ephemera.)
Of course not. Better to just wait for a vacation and break into their house.
Cole had the same exact reaction as I did.
Was *gifted* the 1980s euphemism for *retarded* in the states?
Good to see you’re still reading, kent. Keep your damn blog up.
I had the same question as Cole. Your post takes me back: I started DMing with a basic set from my Gifted class.
I wish I had a teacher that played / DM’d! We were fortunate in that we had a teacher that let us use his romm afterschool and kept us in Bazooka Joe bubblegum though. He’d wing them at you as you entered the room so you had to duck or catch fast as you could.