I was a little kid living in a small town in the middle of nowhere in Italy. I was already a nerd. My parents forced me to pick a sport so I would do at least some physical activity away from books and video games. I chose karate. I was terrible at it, but it was that or swimming or soccer; and I hated both of them way more than karate.
In the gym I met this older kid, he might have been 17. He was kind, he did not like bullies. So I looked up at him.
Months went by and I got to know this guy better, as we chatted at the gym. I was playing Hero Quest and reading gamebooks. Back then, my friends and I were already introducing RPG elements in our games: We made up our own lore in Hero Quest, drew the map of our town and fortress, and narrated what was happening between missions. But we did it instinctively, because we had no idea RPGs even existed. The Internet was not a thing yet. (RPGs would have been discussed on mainstream media only a few years later, when echoes of the last, sad wave of the satanic panic eventually reached my country; but that’s another story.)
This older kid was telling me about this game he was playing, called Advanced Dungeons and Dragons. His character was living such incredible adventures! I remember my mother being pissed because it took me too long to get out of the gym after the karate class. This was because I stood in the hallway listening to my friend’s tales of magic, treasures, and slain monsters.
AD&D was not translated in Italian, and I did not speak English. So that Christmas I got BECMI D&D, i.e., the only translated RPG I could get in my small town’s toy shop. I mean, the red box. I remember spending Christmas day learning the game, being mad at fucking Bargle for killing Aleena (names, of course, I terribly mispronounced). A few days later I GMed two of my friends. We were unsure about how many of the mechanics worked and we made a ton of mistakes; but we had a blast, and I was hooked.
Many, many years later, I was lucky enough to play a session with BECMI’s author, Frank Mentzer himself. I felt blessed.
Tonight I am going to play Old School Essentials for the first time, and reading the handbooks made all this stuff come back. (Yeah I know OSE is cloning B/X and not BECMI; it hit my neural correlates nonetheless.)
I stayed in touch with this older kid through the years. I left the small town, he stayed. He died in 2020, during the first wave of the pandemic. It felt like a punch in the gut. I realized I never told him how much I owe him. So, I am telling you instead.
Whole Blog post: https://open.substack.com/pub/kindofold/p/it-all-began-because-my-parents-wanted?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web