Quote from: AosPeople who are worried about the state of my soul really fucking scare me.

Me, too.  I used to quite freely state I'm an atheist - until I ran into people who wanted to save me.  Now I just lie.

I had a problem becuase my mum wanted to play as well and whilst that was okay if it was me my cousin, her and my uncle it was a bit of a bore if my mates were playing. But there were a couple of great games of Daredevils where she did a good job.
When I went to college she started her own game group and ran a campaign for a bout 7 years (if wanted a DM that liked hard work she was just up your street maps of cities where every house had an a5 index card on it - every house!)
In fact I have inherited all of her books recently . Its pretty funny as she was never sure what she had already bought so I must have about 4 copies of the complete fighter.
My dad laughed at it.
What I find weird is that so many of you guys have such conservative Christian parents. Didn't anyone tell them that the Elightenment killed God back in the 1880s? My mum was a sunday school teacher before she fell out with the Anglican's over their treatment of homeosexuals. Then she joined a pro gay church and held prayer meetings in our lounge for a year or so until she decided that they were just as bigoted as the Anglicans. I could have told her that and I was only 14 :-) I guess she was a bit of a joiner ....

Well, I didn't have a dad around to tell me I was wasting my time and my mom was too busy getting drunk most of the time to care what we were doing. On the rare occaison we gamed at my place my mom just asked what we were doing we said "playing a game", no big deal for us.

Most of my friends parents were cool with it.

Quote from: jibbajibbaWhat I find weird is that so many of you guys have such conservative Christian parents. Didn't anyone tell them that the Elightenment killed God back in the 1880s?

No, my mother didn't get that memo.

Quote from: AosPeople who are worried about the state of my soul really fucking scare me.

My mother used to say, artist suffer for their art. Priest make art of suffering . Most times neither produce anything of any merit.

Regards,
David R

Quote from: jgantsMe, too.  I used to quite freely state I'm an atheist - until I ran into people who wanted to save me.  Now I just lie.

While I was finishing up my BA I ran a packaging lab for Seagate (hard disc drive company) in Colorado. When word got out that I was majoring in Anthropology, visitors would come by the lab and start arguments with me about evolvution and the young earth and how I was going to Hell. Good Times. I've mentioned this before, but one of the things I really dig about Spain (where I do my fieldwork) is nobody ever asks me what church I go to.

Quote from: ancientgamerAnyone live in a household where you wanted to play RPGs as a kid but your parents or other authority figures were against it?  

Nope. My parents read the Hobbit to me when I was seven, and LoTR when I was nine or so... This was before D&D was published. They didn't understand it for a long time though, however were content that during my teenage years, I was at mostly home in the basement with friends, or over at friends house playing D&D, instead of being out on the streets prowling for trouble like most lads my age.

First time my Dad played D&D was when he received Icewind Dale for Christmas as a gift from his grandson (my sisters boy) back in 96 or 97, that had an immersive story that he liked.

My younger sister never got into D&D until she was almost a middle-aged adult, and she adopted Dragonlance as her personal favorite, on account she had read so many of the DL books and was familiar with the setting and history.

I can't say that D&D kept me out of trouble. It didn't contribute to my youthfull deliquency, It didn't have to, I was doing that all on my own.

My only 'close call' of this sort was when visiting relatives. We're talking hard core religious types, vegetarians for god that sort.

Of course, one of the books I had with me was that D&D ripoff with the black cover and the red pentagram.  Not that it would have mattered anyway, they had taped a LONG program from somewhere.

As far as I recall, this was pretty late in the whole 'scare' thing anyway. I mean, all the news stories about nutjobs in Central park murdering their girlfriends and guys committing suicide over the death of Black Leaf were several years old by that point. It must have been around '89, maybe '88.

I politely told them to shove off, sat through about ten minutes of the program as only a sullen, mostly adult, teen can, and told them, slightly less politely that my hobby was none of their concern.  The concession I had to make (and don't regret, though at the time it was irritating) was keeping it away from their younger children.  

I do not envy my various cousins, ever.  Some are 'wealthier' and possibly better off in life, some are even more or less more normalized than me, but every single one of them is whacked in the head in some fashion.  

Ah, to be the only sane one in a room, refreshing...

Quote from: SpikeOf course, one of the books I had with me was that D&D ripoff with the black cover and the red pentagram.

Palladium Fantasy, wasn't it?

I only wish my parents had taken more of an interest in my gaming, for good or ill.  To them, it was just something I did alongside my studies and athletics.  I guess I should have chosen a more poignant and undeniable cry for help like my sisters did. :haw:

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Quote from: AosWhen word got out that I was majoring in Anthropology, visitors would come by the lab and start arguments with me about evolvution and the young earth and how I was going to Hell. Good Times.

We had a fundamentalist Christian in our Geology department when I was an undergrad.  Nice enough girl, but her faith led to some...awkward discussions outside of lectures. I'm still not sure how she reconciled her faith, her chosen field of study, and her choice to attend a liberal arts university.

QuoteI've mentioned this before, but one of the things I really dig about Spain (where I do my fieldwork) is nobody ever asks me what church I go to.

Well, at one of the many Catholic churches, of course.

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Quote from: Ian AbsentiaWell, at one of the many Catholic churches, of course.

That's what I was thinking. They don't ask because they assume.

Quote from: Ian AbsentiaWell, at one of the many Catholic churches, of course.

You sound like there are any other churches
Church choice in Spain is almost as easy as in Italy.

None of my spanish friends go to church. They're all holding a grudge about the Franco/Catholic love in.

Quote from: Ian AbsentiaWe had a fundamentalist Christian in our Geology department when I was an undergrad.  Nice enough girl, but her faith led to some...awkward discussions outside of lectures. I'm still not sure how she reconciled her faith, her chosen field of study, and her choice to attend a liberal arts university.Well, at one of the many Catholic churches, of course.

But I do love messing with the minds of those fundie types. Once during a cross country drive that lasted five hours this extremely Christian woman was going on about those damn Muslims in Palenstine causing all those problems. Didn't they know that soon the Jews would convert and Jesus would return to the Holy Land ? When I mentioned that George Habash was Greek Orthodox....her face scrunched up and she began a rant about unfaithful brothers and sister of Christ. Good times

Regards,
David R