In the basement, of course. Where's Waldo? |
Three years ago the principal walks into my room and tells me the murals are being painted over, but not to worry because bulletin boards will be going up in their stead. I went out and snapped these shots before the modrons came and painted them over. Now it's a bare wall relieved only by furtive pencil sketches of genitalia. All my players have graduated. One had a baby. One plays keyboards in an alt-folk band. One's in law school. One's a nurse. Most of them still play D&D. With each other. I love 'em like they were my own kids.
Dragon blast! |
Some of the PCs. |