Last Friday a bunch of Russians, Amanda and I hung out in an 8th century bar, outfitted ourselves for many nights in the forest, and proceeded to capture and torture some simple hell guards that stood between us and our goal of entering a cave. We weren’t in it for the spelunking adventures, we were after ancient scrolls of great wisdom and power. The kind of things that most people consider junk, until they realize that the junk has the power to destroy worlds.

Where can you find an 8th century bar still intact in Russia? Hell if I know. We weren’t there, it was probably one of the very few and rare times the game of DnD has ever been played in Russia. I had the advantage of having been a GM in the past, and also knowing the most basic and simple plot lines ever to grace the tables of DnD games. Powerful old wizard finds group in bar, forces them to get item that he himself for unknown reasons cannot get (he *is* a powerful wizard, but who are the Russians to question authority?). They oblige and thus begins their adventures into the realms of Magic and Orcs and other such nonsense that most Americans label as nerdy, dangerous, near devil worshiping gaming.

If you like Lord of the Rings, DnD is a game where you can do all that cool shit, fight legions of undead and save the world from certain destruction, and look cool as you slide down some staircase shooting arrows as you do.

Russia is a DnD virgin, and I hope to make a shit ton of money pimping her out (i.e. helping them cope with the monotony of Russian life and their daily struggle to make ends meet). I mean, thats why DnD was invented, thats why World of Warcraft is one of the most popular games ever made. Because people don’t want to work in an office all day, and this is one of the best ways to exercise your mind and your creativity without needing more than some paper, a pencil and some dice.

We are playing again tonight, I might post some pictures if I take any.