Oh really? Did I forget to tell you about my latest Confessions offering? My apologies! I guess I’ve been busy. Busy doing…yoga? No, I don’t like yoga. Busy…volunteering at a senior center? Nope. Busy trying to think of reasons why I can’t remember to link to a stinkin’ article? Well, clearly not.
So, without further ado, here’s what happens when I have get to be a Dungeon Master for a group of brand new women. Wait… that came out wrong. They’re not “new at being women.” They’ve been female their whole lives. They’re “new to D&D.” There. That’s better. Anyway, for all you future DM’s out there, I learned a valuable lesson: let them eat cake. And crackers. And cheese. And seven-layer dip. And kill “monsters” that will really get their blood boiling. You’ll see what I mean.