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grade junior high kid to a sophomore in high school. See if
you remember this scenario:

In 9th grade you might get lucky to date a 7th or 8th grade
girl. The 9th grade girls were all looking to date high
school guys.

In 10th grade you finally got a shot at 9th graders.

10th grade girls discovered seniors.

11th and 12th grade girls discovered college guys.

You had to lock up a girl for you junior year because you
were usually in limbo otherwise, too old for 9th grade and
not interesting to sophs, juniors and seniors.

I had this all explained to me by my older brother and his
girl friend as well as my older sister. Of course, it meant
little to me as I was the nerd of the family. I was smarter
than both of them put together. I had been smothered as my
mother's last child as well. I had as much chance at dating
a senior girl as dating a 9th grader. Did I mention I was a
nerd? My friends and I were not athletes. The only
decathalon we were interested in was the academic
decathalon. And the only marathon was a marathon game of D&D
or a day of playtesting MTG for a big event. Little did I
know that even with those kinds of handicaps, there were 9th
graders willing to take the chance with any guy for an
opportunity to say, "I am dating a high school guy".

Anyway, it started out like this, I was really good at card
games. I had won a big Pokemon event as a kid when girls
still played those kinds of games as well. I moved on to MTG
and continued my hot streak including qualifying for a Pro
Tour during the summer before my sophomore year. It even
made the small town paper, "Local Boy Wins Trip to Japan". I
took lots of pictures and posted them to my FB page. This
got me more attention from my school friends who all thought
it was cool I had been to Japan when most of them had never
left the state.

The first week of school I signed up for the school paper.
It was a dieing breed, what with the internet and all. I
figured since I had done it in junior high I might as well
keep it up here, not like I was going to be busy otherwise.
I wrote an article about games for the first issue and one
about Japan for the second. Both got me more attention, some
good, some bad. Ah, the life of the nerd.

The up shot is this, I was asked to do an interview for the
quarterly junior high paper I had written for the previous
year. Jane Walsh had been one of those elusive game girls
who played Pokemon as a kid and was now student editor of
the junior high paper. She had been my toughest competitor
back then and my big Pokemon win had come at her expense.
She never bounced back and moved on to other things, girlie
things. Obviously, the local coverage inspired her to do a
larger piece on why guys continued to play these games and
girls, in general, did until they reached a certain point.
So we sat down for an interview.

Jane had changed in the six months since I had been the
assistant editor at the paper. Her braces were gone. Her
budding breasts had developed quite nicely and her choice of
school uniforms accentuated all of the positives. I was very
much happy to be sitting at a table in my kitchen for the
interview rather than across an open space where my teenage
"when the wind blows" boner would have been embarrassing.

We started with general question about what kinds of games I
liked to play. The only thing I was really not into was
computer games. I preferred strategy and complexity over
visual and mind numbing. I played board games like Settlers
of Catan (better than RISK) and Dominion. I liked Role
Playing Games like D&D. And I spent lots of time playing
MTG. MTG can be quite time consuming and expensive. I got a
head start by selling my Pokemon cards to fund my new habit.
This immediately caught her attention and she wanted to know
if her old cards might still be worth something. I told her
we could find out later. We went on to discuss my trip to
Japan and how it felt to be a world traveller, how had this
affected my social life, etc?

"Like most game players its a lonely existance. We are
generally shunned by girls for the athletes and the girls
that used to play our games have all moved on."

"All of them?"

"How many of your friends still play? Do you, Sharon, Renee,
or Bobbie still dig your cards out when you have a
sleepover?"

"I guess not."

"Tell me why you quit playing."

"I guess I did not have the competitive edge."

"Too bad because you were one of the top players. And you
would have a real edge right now. The MTG PTQ I won, I had
one match draw and it was to a girl. She wore her shirt open
down to here and I was lucky to not lose. It was quite a
distraction. If she had half your skill she would have
destroyed me."

"What about non-competitve games?"

"I guess my favorite is D&D."

"What's so great about it?"

"Well, for someone like me, it let's me be the hero, which I
don't get much chance in real life."

"Do girls play?"

"I know there are some that do. They have a league at the
store I go to and there are always a few there. Most of them
are probably there because their boyfriend is playing. We
mostly avoid the league stuff because we prefer more
adventure and less structure, more fantasy."

"Girls love fantasy. Do you think I could try it sometime?"

"Well, one of the problems is you would be outnumbered in
our group six to one. And some of the guys can be kind of
crude, even for nerds."

"That's like the third time you have referred to yourself as
a nerd. I don't like that and I won't include it in my
article. How about this, if I can find three friends to play
D&D can you bring a couple of your more 'sedate' friends to
show us the game? I think it might be the hook my article
needs."

"Sure, we can get something together. We normally play on
Saturday but a couple of guys can't make it this week so why
don't we do it then?"

"Sounds great, what time?"

"We should start early, around 9am, because there will be
lots of prep stuff to do, character creation and all... We
should plan on a 10-12 hour game. We normally order pizza
and stuff."

Jane stood up from the table. After sitting there talking
like old friends for the last half hour I had completely
forgotten about my earlier problem and it had receded. I
walked her to the door. She turned to me so abuptly I bumped
into her (I am sure now it was on purpose). "Thanks for all
you help with this," she said and gave me a peck on the
cheek, kind of unprofessional if you ask me. Who kisses the
subject of their interview? My god, I am such a nerd... I
stood there stunned as she wiped the lip gloss off my cheek.
"I'll call you later to confirm the details."

The wind was blowing and that simple peck on the cheek had
my pants stretching again. Fortunately, she had already
turned to go out the door. I immediately ran upstairs to my
bathroom and released my pent up erection. Her effect on me
was astounding. I pictured her pert breasts in her white
shirt and white bra. My xray vision imagination had me
wacking away like a mad man. It was a huge relief as I
unloaded into the toilet.

By Thursday I had managed to find only one other guy that
could play all day and one that could help out for a short
time. When Jane called I passed on the news, "Well, I could
just convince two friends to join us as well. Is that going
to be enough?"

"We can make due. I'll run the game and play an NPC to fill
out the party. Maybe we can find somebody to take him over
later."

"By the way, I dug out my old cards. You want to come over
and go through them for me?"

"Come over? To your house? Uh, sure..."

"Great, my mom is making dinner and she said you could join
us. You remember my mom, right? She was always there rooting
me on."

"Yeah, I think she was more upset with me winning than you
were."

"Well, I think she saw it as sort of a glass ceiling kind of
thing. If I had won I would have moved up and on to bigger
things. I think her disappointment was probably my biggest
demotivation. Anyway, she read what I've written so far and
of course, she read about you in the regular paper so she's
happy to see you again."

After changing into some loose fitting jeans I headed over
to Jane's house (no point in giving too much info away).
Jane had changed out of her school uniform and was wearing a
pair of cutoff jeans and a dark, tight tshirt with Misty on
it. It was probably at least three years old and a couple
sizes too small. Loose jeans were going to be a blessing.

"I brought my stuff into the kitchen. Mom isn't too much of
a prude, but being alone in my bedroom, well, you know..."

I knew, but how could she know?

"Really Janey? You want to put this on me?" Her mother had
joined us in the foyer. "Actually Rob, from how long I knew
you as a kid to now I would not have any problem with you
anywhere in this house. I think the mess in her room is more
why she got the cards and brought them into the dining
table."

"Mahhhham!"

"That's alright Mrs. Walsh. I don't think I could let Jane
in my room either."

We sat at the table and Mrs. Walsh brought us home made
cookies and offered us an assortment of drinks. Turns out
Jane had not so much been a player or a collector as a
hoarder. She had five huge binders of cards and a couple of
boxes. It was going to take several hours to go through this
stuff right.

"You know when this first came out the prices went sky high
and everyone thought they were going to get rich and send
their kids to college on these cards," I said.

"Yeah, I would settle for a tank of gas at this point."

"You should do better than that. You have lots of desireable
stuff in here. Did you want to get rid of all of it or just
the expensive stuff?"

"Well, it has no real value to me anymore. That one small
binder is my favorite but if there is anything in there
worth selling I would probably let it go too."

I immediately picked up Jane's favorite binder. It was the
most girlie thing I had ever seen. She never had this one at
league days. I remember her being the toughest trader in the
group. This binder had all the appearance of a "crush"
binder. First, there was every Pikachu known to man. Then
there were the named character pages and they seemed to be
paired up, in particular Ash and Misty. And the cards were
drawn on with captions you never would have thought a young
girl would be thinking about (while more than a couple of
guys might have). As my face grew redder I think Jane might
have remembered some of the more racy stuff she had put down
in writing and snatched the binder from my hands, "On second
thought, I think I might keep this one," she said blushing.

"That's ok, it looked more personal than expensive. the rest
of these binders have quite a lot of good stuff. There are
three ways to do this, 1. we can move it to an online
retailer, 2. we can break it up and sell it individually, or
3. we can sell it to the local store. The quickest return
would be the online store but you won't get as much as
individual sales. The local guy probably won't give you as
much now because he has fewer players."

"Why don't we sell it to the online guy then?"

"Maybe, but there are a few pieces we can break out to sell
first."

"Whatever you think is best."

"Ok Janey, time to clear this stuff away for dinner. You're
staying, right Rob?"

"Sure Mrs. Walsh. I cleared it with my parents."

Jane and I carried the binders and boxes into the living
room while Mrs. Walsh set up for dinner. Mr. Walsh joined us
and we had an enjoyable evening. For desert Mrs. Walsh
brought out a cake that had a picture of Misty on the top,
"Rob, you remember how Janey used to wear her hair like
Misty? I always thought she was trying to get your
attention."

"Mahhhham!"

"What's wrong honey? The only person at the league that
didn't know you had a crush on Rob was Rob."

This was all coming as a shock to me. Of course, I was
mostly indifferent to girls back then but it was widely
known I had a crush on Misty. "Rob don't pay any attention
to my mother. She's just doing what moms do best, embarrass
their children. Come on, we'll eat dessert upstairs."

Jane's room was no messier than mine. She jumped up on her
bed and indicated I could take the seat at her desk. We ate
our cake in silence. I looked around the room to see what
made this girl tick. Gone was the innocence of childhood. No
"My little pony" or "pokemon" posters. These were replaced
by shelves of academic awards, band posters, movie posters
and pictures of her friends on a bulletin board. At first
glance I missed it but then I saw it, a section of the
bulletin board was apparently dedicated to me, the picture
of me from the paper, the clip mentioning our academic
decathalon team, and a picture of us together from the
Pokemon finals. She saw me see it, "Ok, so maybe I had a
small crush on you."

"Had or have?" I asked.

She patted the space next to her on her bed.

"Are you sure? What if your parents walk in?"

"What do you think is going to happen?"

"I don't know."

"Well, I doubt anything that would get us into trouble
anyway. Otherwise my parents wouldn't have let you come up
here. Besides the door is open."

I set my plate on the desk and walked over to the bed. I sat
on the edge and she took my hand. I swung my legs up on the
bed and we were both leaning back against the head board.
Jane took my hand and lifted it until my arm was draped over
her shoulder, "Isn't that more comfortable?" she sighed as
she snuggled into my chest. We just sat there and I could
feel her steady breathing. "I used to wear this shirt just
for you, you know..."

"Something tells me you wore this shirt for me today as
well. And believe me, I noticed."

She looked up at me expectantly and I leaned my face down to
hers and for the first time our lips met. It was electric
for me. It was really my first kiss and so I was not sure
how it worked. We just sat there mashing lips together. I
pulled her body tighter to mine with the arm she had wrapped
around herself. I could feel her warm soft breasts crush
into my side. And then I felt her lips part slightly.
Instinctively mine followed suit. Soon our tongues touched
at the tip completing the connection. My body was on fire.

And of course, we were then interrupted, "Hey kids if Rob
wants a ride... ah ooops, sorry about that... anyway, if Rob
wants I ride home your father is going to the store."

"Maahhhham!!!"

I was sorely disappointed. "Your mom is probably right,
especially if you want me to take that stuff and get rid of
it for you."

At least the interruption gave me a chance to calm down
before standing up. Jane gave me a quick kiss on the lips
and climbed over me, "We'll be down in a second," she said
to her mother who was hanging out of sight in the hallway.
she walked over to her dresser and grabbed a button up silk
shirt. Before I knew what was happening she had pulled the
Misty shirt over her head and slipped the new shirt on. In
the mirror I had gotten a glimpse of her perfect orbs of
wonder. She turned and threw the Misty shirt to me before
buttoning up. "This really doesn't fit me anymore."

We each grabbed half of the stack and carried it out to her
father's car. Jane opened the front passenger door and slid
her stack in first. I followed suit and then wondered where
I was supposed to sit. Mr. Walsh was coming down the porch
steps and Jane climbed into the back seat beckoning me to
follow. "Dad, you might as well go to the store first. It's
on the way to Rob's."

"Then it's on the way back too."

"Daaaad..."

"Just kidding, princess. We'll stop at the store then drop
off Rob."

We drove to the store in silence. It was like riding with my
brother or sister. You sat there and did not cross the line
of the seats. Finally, we got to the store, "Your mom's list
is going to take me 15 minutes or so, you guys want to
help?"

I would have said yes, but I was nudged hard in the ribs,
"Can't you take care of it, dad?"

"Sure princess. Like I said, it will only take 15 minutes."
I could have sworn he winked at his daughter.

As he walked away from the car Jane wrapped her arms around
me and jumped in my lap. She again mashed her lips to mine
clearly taking the role of agressor. I could surprise her as
well though and made a move on second base. I knew she was
not wearing a bra and showing her beautiful tits off to me
such a short time ago was clearly an invitation in my mind.
I slid a free hand down to the edge of her shirt and back up
the inside. My hand enveloped her warm breast. Her hardening
nipple poked strongly into my palm. Her lips left mine and
she bit my neck then began to alternately suck and nibble
along its length. My obvious erection was straining in my
jeans but her body kept it from rising straight up.

"Squeeze it, oh yes, pinch my nipple," she moaned into my
neck. "No, wait, here, suck on it," she reached down and
tore her shirt open. My lips did not hesitate. "Oh yes, oh
Ash, suck my titties!" Ash? She held my face to her wanton
flesh. I had never had this opportunity before and I was not
about to waste it now. I licked, nibbled, pinched, twisted
and squeezed. "Oh Robbie that feels so good... I wish we
could do this forever." Her body started to shiver or even
convulse. "Oh Robbie, oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes... YES!!!"
She crushed my face to her chest as her body shook in
orgasmic release. She sighed, "That was so good Robbie. I
wish we had more time so you could have the same
experience." She sat back and started to button up her
shirt.

Just then her phone tweated with a text from her dad, "done
with check out, on my way". How cool was he? Did he approve?
Did he know what we had done or what his daughter had
planned? Maybe some, like kissing at least. I guess he did
not want to interrupt us like his wife had. By the time he
reached the car Jane and I were standing by the trunk
waiting to help him load the groceries.

It was just a couple minutes further to my house. Jane
helped me carry the boxes up to my porch and then we said
our good byes. For the first time I took the lead and
wrapped my arms around her slender body pulling her in for a
good night lip mashing. After a few seconds of tongue
dancing her father honked the horn and she broke our
embrace. "See you Saturday morning," I said as she walked
away. She twirled around and blew me another kiss. How could
I have gotten so lucky after such a long time?

I managed to dodge my family as I lugged the boxes and
binders up to my room. I got on line and started checking
out the buy lists for cards. I wanted to make Jane as happy
as possible so I also checked auction sites to see what the
hottest stuff was. I started leafing through the pages to
see what there was. She had it all sorted by set and some of
her drawings in between the sets. Most of it looked like
they had just been traced images of Ash and Misty, her two
favorite characters (and mine now as well).

My AIM account window opened. I had a new contact request.
It was Jane. "I hope you're already busy with my cards."

"Started first thing I did."

"Really? I thought you might need to relieve some pressure
since I kind of left you hanging."

"You really want to ask that? No, that was not super mondo
urgent."

"You know, I might have to come by early Saturday to even
things up."

"Oh really? How would you do that?"

A .jpg file came through, "See if you like this"

I opened the file and found another one of her drawings of
Ash and Misty. Misty had her shirt pushed up over her
breasts and Ash was cupping one and sucking on the other
while Misty was leaning back screaming her head off.

"I think that could be a photo from earlier tonight."

"Ok then, how about this one?" Another file came through.

Ash was towering above Misty who was on her knees with her
back towards the picture. She was topless. Ash had a hand on
her head and a look of ecstasy on his face. The caption read
"Fwap, fwap, fwap, fwap..."

"I like it but I think the caption should read 'mmm, mmmm
mmmmmm, slurp, mmm, cough cough cough...'"

"Naughty boy..."

"Just wishful thinking I'm sure"

"Misty is not a slut in case you were wondering"

"Never had a doubt in my mind but you were right, Ash does
need some relief"

"See if this one helps" a third .jpg file came through.

This was just Misty, sitting there cross legged, lifting her
skirt to show her wispy haired pussy and wide spread slit.
It was signed "For Ash's eyes only, Misty/Jane".

I took the three pics and cropped them together. I made
wallpaper out of it and saved it. Then thinking about those
delicious mounds I had snacked on earlier that evening I
whipped out my erect 7 inches and started sliding my hand up
and down. I had been leaking precum for the last hour so I
was already well lubed up. I could not get the image or
taste out of my mind as I lost control and shot my wad all
over my chest in 4 great spurts. I guess being a Sophomore
did have its advantages.

Every Friday the school paper comes out. This week had my
"Japan Through the Eyes of a Teen" article. For some reason
I thought it might make me cooler with my upper classmates.
Instead it made me more of a social pariah. Some did not
believe I had gone and actually made it up. Others that knew
it to be true were jealous. Some, mostly my regular friends,
thought it was cool. The only opinion that mattered to me
right now though was Jane's. She would be getting a copy as
editor of the junior high paper.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about the adventure I
would be running the next day. I wanted Jane and her friends
to have fun. I also wanted them to come back for more. For
some reason, finding girl gamers was important to me. I had
a solid 1st level adventure I had never run before. I also
had some ideas for the girls characters. Then I had some
ideas for Jane's character that were not suitable for the
table.

Saturday morning found us in the breakfast room, "Role
playing is simple enough. Your characters have attributes
based on what you rolled during character generation. When
you need to see if a skill like wall climbing succeeds you
roll the dice and compare it to the difficulty factor. The
fun thing about role playing is it doesn't have to be about
ROLL playing."

"Huh?" the girls all looked confused and Bill just laughed.

"The best game I ever ran had multiple encounters but we
only rolled the dice a few times. The characters played
their ROLES and acted rather than relying on 'I try and
convince the mayor to hire us'. They actually started a
conversation with the character which was a lot more
convincing provided it is within the scope of the character.
For instance, Bill's Barbarian character would never get
into a conversation about physics of magic but might easily
convince a group of thugs considering attacking the party it
might be in their best interest to find easier prey."

"This sounds much better than WOW. My brother plays that
all the time and I think it is just a waste of time. All
they do is run around looking for things to kill to get more
points."

"Well everything you do here lead to experience points as
well. And XP leads to higher levels and more skills
available to you."

"How do we know how many points we have?"

"At the end of the day I go through my notes and give out
rewards. Specific goals of the campaign being met, monsters
killed, avoiding conflict or winning a battle can have more,
less or the same number of points. Its up to the party to
decide which is the wiser path."

"Ok, here are what we have developed. Jane decided to be a
magic user. She has the ability to strike from a distance
and alter reality to favor the party. She spends parts of
her days studying spells and collecting components to aid in
casting them. She is not a strong fighter but if cornered
can at least defend herself. She is an elf which grants her
higher intelligence and dexterity.

Brenda is a cleric. She has spells of healing to aid the
party as granted by her deity. She is a human and is not
afraid to fight. Being a cleric she is restricted to non-
edged weapons like the holy mace she carries. It is
emblazoned with her deities symbol.

Sheila is a Rogue. They used to be called thieves but rogue
is a better description. She is half elven, half human. She
is sneaky as hell and might not be the most trusted member
of the party. On the other hand she will tend to get the
party out of bad scrapes from time to time with her guile.
She can pick locks and finds hidden traps easier than most.

Bill's Barbarian, Graznos, is a fighter through and through.
He is a fighter by nature but wears little defensive armor
relying on his dexterity, strength, and quickness to to
defeat his enemies. He has been known to berserk from time
to time which can endanger the party but like King Kong,
beauty has been known to calm his lust for battle while
inspiring him to great feats.

I will be playing a character as well to round out the
party. He is a Dwarven Paladin. His shining plate armor is a
beacon drawing attention to himself. He is the ultimate good
guy, defending the poor and down trodden, helping the sick
and always fighting evil.

As an NPC, Fiero Burntwood will contribute knowledge he
might have but will not be able to act based on my knowledge
as GM. There are no Evil characters in your party. You are
the good guys, even the rogue. You start your adventure in a
local tavern having come back together after six months of
training with your various guilds or churches. Also, the
rest of you need to work on your character names and
background stories when you have time."

I had never played D&D with female players before. And of
course, these three had never played D&D before. I was going
to rely on Bill to help direct traffic during combat and
encounters. The only problem was his character is a lot like
Bill, quiet. I am sure sitting with three teen girls would
not encourage him to speak up but at least he showed up to
play. I did not know what to expect from the girls at all.

"You are sitting in your groups favorite tavern after being
in training for the last six months. Those of you that drink
have ordered mead or wine and you have ordered your
customary meals as well. Does anyone have anything they wish
to contribute to the conversation?"

Thank goodness Jane spoke up. I thought I might have to
carry the whole day... "Wow, I am so glad to get away from
that scum sucking pig of a mage. If he tried to look into
the female dorms one more time I think we might have turned
him into a toad." The table laughed at that. "Oh, and my
character's name is M-y-s-t-i, Mysti."

"Men will be men and boys will behave like boys," replied
Sheila. "Personally I would favor setting his robes on fire,
unless he's good looking."

"The man has no honor," said Bill. "He should be flogged. Of
course, most magicians should be flogged. You are the
exception m'lady. But if he ever shows his face in here he
will learn to mind his manners." I don't think Bill had ever
put two sentences together to a girl since he hit puberty.

"Why Graznos, I didn't know you would defend the honor of a
wizard," Shiela sniggered.

"Not the honor of a wizard as the gods know they have none,
but to dishonor of a woman of my acquaintance? He should be
warned I will be seeking his head on a platter. I would even
defend you from such a fiend though thou art a rogue and
scoundrel."

I let them carry on the conversation for a few more minutes
taking notes on how the characters interacted and threw in a
word or two from the normally taciturn Dwarven Paladin. Then
I began the adventure hook...

"The waitress is refilling Shiela's tankard of mead when her
pouring is suddenly frozen in mid pour. The room becomes
deathly quiet and you notice nobody is moving but your
little group. Your table begins to glow under you or rather
you notice there is a series of runes etched on the edge of
the table and they glow an eerie green...

'Fair warning noble adventurers, evil most dire, magic most
deadly, and horrors unimaginable await thee.' A small
glowing green globe is rising from the center of the table.
Inside you see visions of you and your companions being
tortured, beheaded and exploded by magic. These scenes fade
and in its place is the face of an aged and kindly man.
'These are you fates. If you do not accept them this awaits
those surrounding you...' Once again the scene changed to
their village and the surrounding countryside, dragons flew
through the air breathing fire and acid on the populace,
orcs and dark elves ravaged the women, the very bar wench
waiting on your table is shown being dragged away, naked and
screaming in terror. The face returned, 'Once every 1000
years the evil returns to claim the souls of this region.
Every thousand years a band of heros is summoned to combat
this evil. Some survived, some did not. Sometimes the evil
was held at bay and other times evil held sway over the
populace for what seemed an eternity. You are the chosen
heros. You must be the sacrifice or the saviours. Your fates
await you beyond yon portal...' The wizened man pointed
towards the fire pit and a glowing doorway opens before
you."

"Oh my god, what do we do?" asked Brenda.

"We have but one choice companions. We may not sit idly by
and await the destruction of those we hold closest." Bill's
barbarian was making paladin like speeches. And of course,
Sheila smiled at him again.

"Shrike, that's the name I decided on for my character,
stands up and walks towards the portal. She looks through.
Can I see anything?" asked Sheila.

"The portal is just a glowing doorframe with a sheen of
green light shimmering across it like the surface of a
pool."

"Cool, I touch the surface. What does it feel like?"

"Your finger sinks into the surface and as you pull it back
the viscous surface pulls away with you before plopping back
sending ripples through the surface. Roll that 20 sided die
for me Shiela."

"I got a 4. That's good, right?"

"Typically, higher numbers are better," Bill chimed in.

"You look at your fingers and the glowing green is rapidly
consuming your hand and arm, kind of like Neo in the first
Matrix movie..."

"Coool..."

"The rest of the party is looking at Shrike as she stares at
wide eyed at her normal appearing fingers as if she was
tripping on acid. You see nothing amiss and suddenly she
staggers and falls into the portal."

"I dive after her," exclaimed Bill.

"Oh no, what do we do?" implored Brenda.

"Fiero stands from the table, 'Friends it is time to find
out what we are truly made of. We must fight to the death to
protect our family and friends. Join me and we will pass the
gate together.'"

In real life Jane took my offered hand. Brenda was still
hesitant. I am not sure what she thought was going on.
Finally, she took my other hand, "The final three companions
make their way to the portal, there is a flash of light, and
this is what you see." I just sat there. I sat there waiting
on a response for several minutes.

Finally, Bill spoke up, "Ususally 'this is what you see' is
followed by juxtaposition."

"There is no way to better explain it. This," I waved my
hands in the air, "is what you see. Each of you is the real
life avatar of your character. Now, it is very important
that from here on you let me know if you are in character or
not. Technically, this could be considered a LARP. Your
characters have been infused into your human bodies on this
plane of existence. You still have the characteristics and
skills of your generated characters while maybe not their
attributes. You also have the knowledge of yourselves. Is
everyone ready to continue?"

"Man, the guys are going to be pissed they missed this one
Rob. You really went overboard creating this."

"I was going to run it the next time I started a new
campaign. I thought it might work better with experienced
players but this could be interesting. Ok, then, here we
go... Your glowing green figures step through the glass
portal over there," I continued pointing at the sliding
glass door to the patio. "Each of you is drawn towards one
of the people sitting at the table who sit immobile much
like the bar patrons. Once again a glowing green globe rises
from the table as runes on the edge of the bowl of fruit
begin to glow. 'Truly you are the heros of the age. Be
warned, there is danger closer than thou knowest. And the
people of this world have lost magic and are fearful of it.
Defend yourselves and find the stones of Braxelfar. They may
save our world from the doom that awaits.' Your bodies now
merge with the glowing entities and you can feel their
knowledge mix with your own. You feel the alien intelligence
and skills incorporate themselves into your body."

"The stones of Braxelfar? What the hell?" asked Bill.

Sheila and Brenda had their heads together whispering...

Jane was looking at me perplexed.

"YOU WILL NEVER FIND THE STONES! Destroy them my minions!"
My friend Roger came crashing through the screen door right
on cue. He threw a bunch of my older sister's beanie babies
into the room as he ran through and out the front door. You
could hear his car peel out in the street.

Brenda shrieked, Bill was laughing, and Jane and Sheila
jumped out of their chairs. "Ok, each of these seven beanie
babies represents a monster about 4 feet tall and its
proximity to you. What do you do?"

"I look for a weapon," said the ever pragmatic Bill.

"I told you before Bill, this is what you see."

"Ok, I dive towards the hearth and grab the fire stoker."

"Alright, those two monsters will get attacks of opportunity
on you as you dive past them. Go ahead and head stand over
there. What are you girls doing?"

"I grab the knives off the kitchen counter and use them as
throwing daggers," said Sheila.

"I grab my character sheet, your book of magic spells, and
duck under the table," shouted Jane.

"Go ahead and crawl under there. Brenda?"

"I dont know... what's Fiero doing?"

3 out of 4 positive reactions. Guess that is better than I
could have expected with three new female players. "Fiero
stands up and picks up his chair. He swings it wildly over
his head and smashes it over the monster in front of him."

"That sounds good, I'll do that too."

"Ok, go ahead and lift the chair over your head..."

"I can't do that."

"And now you know the physical limitations of your new body.
Ok, you lift the chair and use it as a barricade between you
and that monster there. How are you doing down there Mysti?"

"Fine, I think I want to cast a spell out of this book."

"Let me know when you're ready. Sheila, which monster are
you targeting with your daggers?"

Sheila pointed to one of the beanies and I had her roll some
dice. "Two of the three knives strike for damage. Good job."

"Rob I want to cast the spell Magic Missile," yelled Mysti.

"Fine, that's automatic hit so just roll for damage."

Bill came screaming back into the room and swung the fire
stoker over his head and slammed it into the tiny stuffed
animal on the floor in the middle of the room. Tiny beans
exploded in all directions. "I think I killed one..."

"That's great Bill, just a little less realism next time. I
don't need a hole in the floor. One of the creatures has
managed to jump on your back, Bill, and starts gnawing on
your bare shoulder."

"Get it off me!" he yelled frantically turning in circles
like a dog chasing his tale.

Brenda jumped in finally. "I pick up the fruit bowl and
crash it over the monster's head!"

"Roll to see if you hit."

"Is a one good?"

"Oops, looks like you just crashed to bowl over Graznos'
head instead."

"It's not my fault, he was turning around in circles..."

"Bill/Graznos crashes to the floor and the beast is still
chewing on him."

"I try again. I hope a fifteen is better."

"You hit that time. The monster has already taken some
damage so it goes down as well. Fiero has also killed one.
All of the monsters are down but so is Bill."

"What do we do now?" Sheila asked.

"Well I would suggest," started Bill.

"Sorry, Bill," I cut him off. "You are unconcious for now."

"I know!" exclaimed Jane, "You have to heal Bill," she said
to Brenda.

"How do I do that?"

"Look at your character sheet. You have spells for healing."

"Ohhh, I see now. I cast Cure Light Wounds on Graznos. Does
it help?"

"You notice the wounds closing and the bleeding stops.
Graznos is groggy but regains consciousness."

"Man, it sucks not having any armor or weapons," commented
Bill when I let him sit back at the table. "We are going to
have to plan out what we want to do to keep from getting
killed. I have a question. We have our memories of ourselves
as well as our characters?"

"Yes, for the most part."

"And I know who Roger is?"

"Yes, you know who Roger is, but not anymore than that."

"Do I know where he was going?"

"Did he tell you?"

"No, but we have our Blackberry's GPS's synced."

There was a giggle from the girls. "Why do you guys have
that?" Sheila asked.

"We work together delivering pizzas. By knowing where each
other are we get better delivery times and better tips."
Bill took out his phone. "It looks like he's headed over to
the mall. No, wait. He's going past the mall."

"Maybe we should follow him. He must know where the Stones
of Braxelfar are," suggested Brenda.

"He's stopped at Jessup Park."

"Let's go!" shouted the girls.

"Wait ladies," said Bill. "Grab your stuff and anything you
want to defend yourself or attack with."

We all climbed into Bill's minivan and he handed his phone
to Sheila who grabbed the passenger seat. "Keep an eye on
him. You can zoom in closer, too."

There was only one seat in the back and lots of open floor
space. I grabbed the floor instead of being shoved in
between Jane and Brenda in the back seat. Before the girls
got situated I caught an upskirt view of Jane as she sat
down. She quickly turned her legs aside and blushed.

"What do you think so far?" I asked.

"This is amazing," said Brenda. "Who knew it could be this
much fun?"

"I love it," added Jane.

"It's all Rob, ladies," said Bill looking in the rearview
mirror. "This took a lot of time to set up. I think he
wanted you to have a time to remember."

"How long til we're at the park?" asked Sheila.

"About 5 minutes. He's still there?"

"Yes, he's running around a lot. He must be looking for
something."

"Ok, we're here does anyone see his car? It's an old yellow
VW."

"No, but the GPS puts him over there, on the soccer field.
What's he doing playing soccer?"

A friend of ours, Paul, came jogging off the field. "Hey
guys, you looking for Roger? You just missed him. He asked
me to give you your phone Bill, here. I got to get back to
the game. See ya."

"Crap!"

"Now what?"

"He knew we could track him so he dumped his phone. This is
a big city. How do we find him now?"

"I have an idea," said Brenda. "Let me see his phone. Let's
hope he has unlimited texting." She showed the others the
phone, "Send to ALL: 'found this phone. if u c the owner plz
text location to me and I will return asap. DO NOT TELL HIM
I HAVE IT