> The still-wet-behind-the ears RRR:
>
> >Youngster. :-). I was writing Ars Magica back in '90. Why in my day, we
had
> >to hand-crush our own inks, make our own vellum, and send boxes of pages
of
> >text off to White Wolf, instead of a diskette.
>
>
> Luxury! Vellum! Luxury, sheer luxury. When I started writing freeforms
back
> in '83 (big freeforms, large freeforms, 250 player plus Traveler freeforms
> for manly men, womenly women and centaurly centaurs) we had to breed the
> slaves to harvest the papyrus and pulp the reed to weave the mats, explore
> unknown continents to find the lapis to be ground into ink, enter the
> Timeless Halls to wait centuries till postal services, capitalism and
> delivery pizza were invented, and do battle with wargamers for the very
> right to exist. We chipped our D6s from the living rock we did...:)
Feh. When I started playing Runequest (1st Ed., 1978) I had to hand-copy the rules from a book held by fanatic monks in a lost city in the South American rainforest. After braving the piranha-invested Amazon in a leaky dugout canoe, I had to slaughter monkeys with my bare hands to make ink, and scribe on bark stripped from the sacred tree of the Yanuqa indians, with a pen made quill from the giant carnivorous porcupine (don't ask how I acquired such an artifact).
We would have killed for rock to chip into dice! We had to make do with fire-hardened anaconda poo, carefully shaped into platonic solids and carved with the appropriate number of pips, then each pip was painstakingly filled with a mixture of ground berries and charcoal (fortunately we had already invented fire by that time, otherwise we'd have had a hard time of it).
RR
C'est par mon ordre et pour le bien de l'Etat que le porteur du pr�sent a
fait ce qu'il a fait.
- Richelieu
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