The Pink Dice Chronicles

I don't remember much about my first games growing up when I was introduced to D&D.  The settings were always dungeons or crypts, and as the magic user, I was probably going to die.  I still loved it.  Magic missile was the coolest thing I had ever heard of. As I grew older, my tastes broadened, but my awareness of setting didn't.  It was always some crypt, some dungeon, some thing in someplace that we had to defeat.  I started writing my own games, my own settings, and suddenly my world of Innsbruck came alive.  I ran the memory out on my Commodore 64 trying to program in a virtual GM to lead me on adventures. For years, it was a dark age of gaming for me.  I had never seen a D&D book in a store.  I only knew a few friends that had the books and they wouldn't let me borrow them.  I wrote my own, recruited my nieces and nephews to play, and wrote computer programs so I could play. Then one day my friend introduced me to Baldur's...