Kings made tombs more splendid than houses of the living and counted old names in the rolls of their descent dearer than the names of sons. Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry; in secret chambers withered men compounded strong elixirs, or in high cold towers asked questions of the stars. And the last king of the line of Anárion had no heir. – J.R.R.T
Here’s an assertion, let’s see how it flies:
If you’re not having the best gaming of your life right now…
If gaming isn’t getting better for you as you go along…
If gaming isn’t becoming even more fun as you learn more techniques and refine the basics…
…then you’re fucking up.
I am not saying that your past games were not fun. I am sure that if you say they were fun, they were fun. But maybe, just maybe, those past games are so great in hindsight because they are all bound up with a time in your life and those feelings are vaguely about gaming and more about the freedom and beauty of an era.
I am not talking about a particular four hours that for whatever reason stand out above. I am talking about the weekly act of getting together with friends and getting your geek on.
I am not talking about folks at war overseas or in graduate school or who have just had a huge lifestyle change (baby, sickness, mourning, etc.). I am talking about looking back on past games with such rose-tinted glasses that it becomes an impossible, unrealistic standard.
I am talking about looking back with such nostalgia at the suffering and expense of the now. It isn’t that every game needs to be a home run or even that failure and mess-ups are not longer acceptable. But there should come a point where the grooves far outweigh the ruts.
If this doesn’t become more and more fun as you gather with friends and the trust deepens and we all just get better and better and pretending to be…elves or whatever, then why game?
And maybe I will wake up in the morning and apologize for ever posting this. I had a nice night of gaming and got all session-high.