Around the time I entered college in the late 1980s, my up-to-then lifelong gaming pals dispersed geographically, and if we did cross paths again (some of us didn't), our time was usually spent in Olympian bouts of drinking, smoking, and trying to impress young women (sometimes successfully if transiently, more often in vain). Playing euchre, a card game that meshed better with drinking and smoking all night, became the default gaming pastime in college instead of role playing games. I did, however, spend my senior year of high school and first semesters of college (circa 1987-90) as the weekend manager in a comics and games store in the suburbs of Dayton, Ohio, and so I was still very much surrounded by gaming geekery. And being located a few minutes from Wright-Patterson Air Force Base meant that a fair number of airmen would frequent our shop, often divesting themselves of their amassed collections for a bit of cash when they got tired of hauling their games to whichever ne...
A Tabletop Field Marshal's Campaign Journal