Games, Games, Games
When I was a child, I played almost entirely with a group of three other children: my brother, Jason, and our two neighbors. By the time he was five, Jason turned out to be an avid reader. By the age of ten, he was already heavily into fantasy, grabbing just about any book in the genre he could get his hands on. While the rest of us weren’t as much into fantasy as he was, his passion soon became an active part of our lives. For within the impish, devious mind of my elder brother, the wonderful idea of a new game developed: the world of Phanticia.
At about the age of twelve, Jason had started to change his reading material just a little. He had begun to sprinkle his fantasy with a bit of science fiction. As time went on, he read more and more of the new genre. Two years after he started reading science fiction, Jason became bored with his fantasy world. We said goodbye to Phanticia and started play in the Commonwealth of Human Worlds.
We grew up, as all children do, leaving behind fantasy and science fiction for the reality of our daily lives and thus lost the connection we’d had through our formative years. The problem is that while we might forget our past, our past doesn’t forget us…
