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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.”
― Gary Gygax

“You are not entering this world in the usual manner, for you are setting forth to be a Dungeon Master. Certainly there are stout fighters, mighty magic-users, wily thieves, and courageous clerics who will make their mark in the magical lands of D&D adventure. You however, are above even the greatest of these, for as DM you are to become the Shaper of the Cosmos. It is you who will give form and content to the all the universe. You will breathe life into the stillness, giving meaning and purpose to all the actions which are to follow.”
― Gary Gygax

“When you make a mistake with metal, you can melt things down and start afresh. It is irritating, and it costs in time and soot and sweat, but it can be done. There is a comfort in iron, knowing that a fresh start is always possible.

But a city is not a sword. It is a living thing, and living things defy simple fixing. Roots cannot be reforged. They scar, and broken branches must be cut and sealed with tar, and this makes me angry, as it always has, and my anger has no place to go.

It was easier when I was young. I could use my anger like a hammer against the world. I was so sure of myself and my friends and my rightness. I would hammer at the world, and breaking felt like making to me, and I was good at it. And while I was not wrong, neither was I entirely right.

Nothing is simple. I do not work in wood. I am not brave enough for that. There is a comfort in iron, a promise of safety, a second chance if mistakes are made. But a city is more a forest than a sword. No, it needs more tending than that. Perhaps a city is like a garden, then.

So these days, it seems I have become a gardener. I dig foundations in the earth. I sow rows of houses. I plan and plant. I watch the skies for rain and ruin. I cannot help but think that you would be better at this, but circumstance has put both of us in our own odd place. You are forced to be a hammer in the world, and my ungentle hands are learning how to tend a plot of land.

We must do what we can do.

Did you know that there are some seeds that cannot sprout unless they are first burned? A friend once told me that. She was� she was a bookish sort. I think of gardening constantly these days. I wear your gift, and I think of you, and I think it is interesting that there are some living things that need to pass through fire before they flourish.

I ramble. You have the heart of a gardener, and because of this, you think of consequence, and your current path pains you. I am not wise, and I do not give advice, but I have come to know a few things: sometimes breaking is making, even iron can start again, and there are many things that move through fire and find themselves much better for it afterward.”
― Patrick Rothfuss

“In the far reaches of the world, under a lost and lonely hill, lies the TOMB OF HORRORS. This labyrinthine crypt is filled with terrible traps, strange and ferocious monsters, rich and magical treasures, and somewhere within rests the evil DemiLich.”
― Ernest Cline, Ready Player One

“Magic is distilled laziness. Put that on my gravestone.”
― Kurtis J. Wiebe, Rat Queens, Vol. 4: High Fantasies

“..There were two undeniable truths in the Realms: It was very easy to overestimate a drow and even easier to underestimate a dwarf.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Maestro

“When an entire world had abandoned us, or at least while we felt like that, and even when nasty ogres killed my monk and Arnd's chevalier the brutal way, gathering to be a group of heroes & heroines gave us the recovery and idealism to live-on nonetheless.

I had hate, contempt, puzzled looks, and sometimes even understanding for those mainstreamers who knew nothing but sex about adulthood. As I have the roots of a European Barbarian who shared his tales at the campfire (old way of books) PLUS knowing that the intimicy of a mature relationship can be spoiled by sex, but it can never be built and maintained by sex alone...

Nah, much to contemplative and honest. Let's link-in some light-hearted fun:

Mikey Mason, over at youtube dot come has the songs 'Best Game Ever, and Summer of 83'...”
― Andrè M. Pietroschek

“When an entire world had abandoned us, or at least while we felt like that, and even when nasty ogres killed my monk and Arnd's chevalier the brutal way, gathering to be a group of heroes & heroines gave us the recovery and idealism to live-on nonetheless.

I had hate, contempt, puzzled looks, and sometimes even understanding for those mainstreamers who knew nothing but sex about adulthood. As I have the roots of a European Barbarian who shared his tales at the campfire (old way of books) PLUS knowing that the intimacy of a mature relationship can be spoiled by sex, but it can never be built and maintained by sex alone...

Nah, much to contemplative and honest. Let's link-in some light-hearted fun:

Mikey Mason, over at youtube dot com has the songs 'Best Game Ever, and Summer of 83'...”
― Andrè M. Pietroschek, Attempted Poetry

“Greg: Scott, great horde.

My realization was that I could never *actually* live a life where I had to be constantly doing things like praising a dude's horde.

So that made me feel better about myself.”
― Jesse Andrews, Me and Earl and the Dying Girl

“Empires have a tendency to crumble, and sometimes through no fault of their own. Emperors get buried under the rubble.”
― Sarp Duyar, The City of Crescent

“Hamish busies himself with the milkshake, grinning like a trickster god. I don’t trust him not to get me into trouble with frost giants in an attempt to be my wingman.”
― K.A. Mielke, Losing Hit Points

“I can practically feel my hit points plummeting. The one-heart-remaining video game alarm beeps in my mind. Seconds away from one final “Mamma miaâ€� before Bowser burns the Mushroom Kingdom to the ground.”
― K.A. Mielke, Losing Hit Points