This is me, eagerly awaiting the publication of Dungeons and Dragons, which was a couple of months off at the time. Okay, admittedly, I would have no idea what D&D was until about six years later, but still, I was ready to DM. Just look at . . .
- Those pudgy little fingers, itching to roll d20s,
- Those buster browns, ready to stomp on the aspirations of all the PCs,
- The vorpal lapels, sharpened to a keen edge and ready to decapitate players late for the game,
- The velour vest with a belt . . . um . . . dear god. I know nothing about fashion, but even I know that such an outfit is tantamount to child abuse. Seriously, Mother, what were you thinking?
I just threw up in my mouth a little. Please excuse me for a bit.