“
He was basically calling me out (not that I realized this at the time). Once again, I tried to push out some words, but my mind was a jumble of half-formed thoughts, not the least of which was that I was the center of attention for everyone behind the table as well as the 10 or so people behind me. Mustering up all the wisdom that 14 years of age benefited me, I worked out: “D&D lets me be in charge. I can make my own rules, and it still works. When I’m playing it, nobody makes fun of me…” and, in the middle of the greatest convention in the world, in front of possibly the only man I could honestly call my hero, I started to cry.
