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The close triumvirate of Leech, Maura, and me remained tight up until the final week of the Spring 1992 semester. There were plenty of signs that things were leading up to a regrettable outcome, but most were only clear in hindsight. As Maura and I grew closer, Leech’s role transitioned from useful buffer to third […]

As great as I’m told my memory is, things to fall through the cracks on a regular basis. This is especially true when there isn’t a Big Event to help me fix the proper sequence of events, and I don’t notice the omission until some stray stimulus eventually jars it loose. The early months of […]

My early 1992 schedule of romancing Maura and slacking off with my punk rock pal Leech didn’t leave me much time for participating in role playing games, but I did manage to keep my toes in the hobby on a more conceptual level. As successful and popular as my Warhammer Fantasy Role Play campaign had […]

What happens when an autobiographical series to your role-playing game experiences hits a personally significant period nearly devoid of said games? Get ready to find out. It took week or so before I regained some semblance of equilibrium following the break-up with the sculptress. The ache of rejection hadn’t entirely vanished, but subsided enough for […]

My relationship with the freshman sculptress lasted all of six weeks. In hindsight, it was pretty clearly doomed from the start. There were too many irreconcilable differences between us, though my raging hormones and the exhilaration of a fresh romance kept me from noticing any ominous portents on the horizon. She was a Boston Latin […]

When you spend almost — sigh — twelve years maintaining a site with a strong autobiographical slant, it’s inevitable that certain stories will receive multiple tellings over time. It’s the type of thing that would normally give me angst over the likelihood of auto-plagiarizing, but each new go-round with these old anecdotes offers a fresh […]

The summer between my freshman and sophomore years at UMass Boston saw me in a better place than I’d known in, well, most of my nineteen years. I’d switched majors from physics to English, and pulled myself back from academic probation to make it onto the Dean’s List. There was money in my pocket, thanks […]

The Warhammer Fantasy Role Play campaign I started for my new college pals continued to build up steam through the spring of 1991. In addition to the core group of players — Mike (human pit fighter), Eugene (human apprentice wizard), “Father Flynn” (herbalist-turned-druid), and “Southie” Dave (halfling thief) — several other Sci-Fi Club members took […]

Following the “Brassfist Saga” (which you can read about Death Saves story, with some additional clarifications here), I found myself in charge of a ready made group of folks interested in running a Warhammer Fantasy Role Play campaign. I was a little apprehensive about taking up the gamemaster’s mantle again after the clusterfuck my Champions […]

My high school friends gave me a lot of flak about “settling” for a commuter school like UMass Boston. The criticism was especially furious from the circle of classmates I fell into after my mother died. Possessed by the fragile but unshakable confidence that’s endemic among white, suburban adolescent bohemian types, they accused me of […]

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