by ButterflyEffect

ooking out from behind the screen that hides my story notes and dice, I wait for a decision. The group at the table—some of them fathers my own age, some their middle-school-aged kids—huddles together, discusses strategy. I’ve just described to them what their characters see in the cavernous room around the bend in the cave: goblins, a dark wizard, and an ogre. I’m here to run them through the basics of playing Dungeons and Dragons. I’m their “Dungeon Master,” they are my “Player Characters.” They found me, as we find everything now, through friends on Facebook.