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The passing of a Brother Fa/tg/uy
2016-06-16 03:25:15 Post No. 47796081
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The passing of a Brother Fa/tg/uy
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2016-06-16 03:25:15
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Over 6 months I joined a D&D group at my local gaming store. There I met a kid named Logan. Logan was in his mid teens. At first I did not know what to make of him because he had hearing aids and a device drilled into his head and spoke as if he was deaf. At first thats what I thought because it took us several times to explain stuff to him when his batters died.
Regardless we played and had fun. Logan usually played a Dragonborn. Some times a fighter but a lot of times a wizard. As apart of his arsenal was a large amount of fire spells. A LOT of fire spells. I can't tell you how many times those fire balls saved our asses. We were playing the new Demon book just released not too long ago. When we came to a bridge covered in spider webs. Logans first question "Whats the bridge made of?"DM: "Stone"Logan: "Awww"
Logan always had something funny to say and rolled ones religious-lee always in hilarious ways usually resulting in teamkilling the same guy TWICE. The first time with a danger close fireball and second with a javelin to the chest.
Then one day after skipping a week Logans father came to D&D to help Logan down the steps to our play area. Then I learned Logan had just had a Brain tumor removed several days prior. Logan was visibly weak. I then learned this was his fourth tumor. FOURTH. This kid had gone through four tumor sugarys. Yet here he was making it to almost every D&D game he could. Just to play.
Why? Because it made him happy.
His parents told us that Coming to D&D and playing with us. Us who Treated him like one of our own.
Who we treated like our own little brother.
Who we laughed with.
Who we shared storys with.
Who we played with as if we did not have a care in the world.