I used to be a lord, y’know
I was one of Faramir’s men the other day. For a few glorious moments I was a grim and fearless archer willing to risk everything for his country. Then reality returned.
But still.
I find the level of belief I had those few moments beautifully scary. It made me remember how I used to play ten years ago. I’m not old, I’m truly not. Yet there are certain aspects of my younger years I have forgotten. I play too seldom and am too frivolous when I do. What happened to serious games where you actually are Faramir or Pocahontas or a troll? You don’t pretend that you are them.
You are.
It scared me that I felt so grown up. The only remedy I can think of is a few shots with my bow and pick a bunch of flowers. That’ll get the job done nicely.
