Busy Busy Busy

I remember back in the latter days of middle school and all of high school, playing games on weekends. Sometimes 48 hour sessions of Dungeons and Dragon's or Starfleet Battles at the Brimeyer's house. It was never hard to pull a group together, and we didn't have a care in the world. I was afraid that when I went to college all this would end, maybe I wouldn't even be able to find a fellow RP gamer at a business collge. Fortunately, the Gods of gameing smiled upon me and introduced me to, who would become my brother in law, and a couple other guys that gamed. I was also brought into the wonderfull world of LAN partying. Good times were had by all. Once again, we had 48 hr games of Heroes of Might and Magic 3 or epic adventureing in the worlds of D&D.

Sadly, little by little, one by one, all of us who play went off to start their own lives and their own worlds, many in different towns (5 different towns to be exact). I miss the days, when we could play even once a week. I tried rallying one last, great hurrah! Against the Giants is the name of the D&D module, it was my first campaign back in 8th grade. I thought it would be great to come full circle and now DM that campaign as a last great gathering. It started off well, but now as I said we are all scattered through 5 cities, two players of which now live in Seattle so they can no longer play. It became once a month. Then people got even busier and it became once every other month. Its now longer than that, we did have a day thislast month but unfortunate circumstances made us call off that date. I'm getting tired of trying to orgainze the group. Everybody's life is too busy now, I guess we all have to grow up.

Adult life is way too boreing to me. Church things, community things. Meh. And I know it would only get worseish when my friends start having children. Don't get me wrong, I think it would be wonderfull to be an uncle and I wish them nothing but happiness. But I have to admit a part of me will be sad that it would be another, if not the final nail in the coffin of game night. On that note though, there may be a sliver of hope if Mrs. Kimpak and I have children that grow up to be gamers, I can dust off the old books and DM for them and their friends, just as Mr. Brimeyer did for us.