by Lori Lawson
This past weekend I had the opportunity to play Dungeons and Dragons – the ultimate crown of nerdiness. (Technically it was Pathfinder, which is like an older version of Dungeons and Dragons, but we’re just going to ignore that fact.) After watching 7 hours of Lord of the Rings, the time had come for me to make a character. With the help of Dave, the “game master” who essentially plays god to the game, I began to form a strong archer knowledgable in the ways of the land. As time progressed and the game began I became more and more absorbed with the world we had so delicately crafted.
After defeating the rogue skeletons of the tundra as I let my scouting party onward, danger once again crossed our path. This danger came in the form of an Ice Dragon – right as all of my allies were incapacitated. I face the dragon alone, using my bow and my sword to slowly whittle away the dragon’s health points…and then I got eaten alive. Whole. One hour making a character, two hours of leading my group forward, and it was all over in one turn. How did this happen? A series of 3 dice rolls by Dave that in total probability would say should only happen 1 in every 8,000 dice rolls.