This weekend is the official 40th anniversary of D&D. I started gaming after ending up with a Monstrous Manual in Boy Scouts when I was 12.
Our group, the Sunday K'nigets, has been in existence for 14 years. Our first game session had 21 people around the table. Since then we have six couples form long term relationships; relationships that have produced 6 kids [so far] (not bad for people who supposedly never get laid!)
We have had up to three groups active in The House at the same time. We have spawned so many gaming groups we started Bad Movie Nights so we could maintain contact with groups that had moved out because they needed more space!
There have been character concepts I didn't think would work: an opera singing 1/2 ogre, a Paladin Thri-kreen; phrases that live in infamy:
You are being ambushed!
and interesting deaths:
Trying to save the party from wolves
Trying to save rats from the party
Boar's anus (not really a death, but had to be mentioned)
and a special subset of dying involving fire:
Trapped under a fallen tree
Fireball in enclosed spaces
Cobwebbed covered bridge
Flying INTO a forest fire
Falling Flaming Buffalo Asses
Exploding Giant Weasels
Along the way we've developed our own world, traveled to other planets and planes, been insulted by aliens, lost SAN to Eldritch Horrors and DM puns, been late to the Zombie Apocalypse, fought vampires, become vampires, stole a Nazi AT-AT, been stabbed, traveled to the Weird West past and the Cyberpunk future, fought demons (and tried to save them), and both in game and out: established life-long friendships and fallen in love.
A special tip of the hat to Mary and Erin, who have been there from the first game.
And to everyone with whom I have gamed: thank you for the never-ending adventures.
Rawr Rawr Rawr! GAME ON! #dnd