If wizards were real, I’m convinced they’d be the strangest people you know. Sure, we all picture someone like Gandalf—wise, mysterious, and a little aloof—but let’s be honest, most real-life wizards would probably be more like Radagast the Brown. You know, the type of person who talks to animals, forgets what day it is, and hasn’t washed their robes since the last lunar eclipse. Wizards give off that “I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe” energy, mixed with “I haven’t slept in three days beca…

The forest canopy above casts dappled shadows as you push through dense underbrush, following the faint whispers of a legend long forgotten . At last, you emerge into a clearing, face-to-face with the entrance to an ancient ruin. Its stone façade is crumbled but still imposing, vines curling around symbols worn smooth by centuries of wind and rain. At its center is a stone door engraved with strange runes. Tracing your fingers over the runes, you notice a faint inscription : "Only those of wit…

As a lifelong Dungeons & Dragons fan (and self-proclaimed mediocre dungeon master), there's something magical about how the game brings people together—and also how it makes us laugh at the absolute chaos we manage to create. You know what I mean - The bard seducing a dragon, a rogue “stealthing” through a completely lit room, or a paladin sticking to the rules in the most hilariously inconvenient ways, the D&D community always finds a way to turn our campaigns into meme-worthy moments. 2024 ha…

Lately, my 10-year-old son started playing Dungeons and Dragons with some kids from school. Needless to say, I'm incredibly proud and happy to see a new generation continuing this great tradition. However, I recently had the chance to sit in the kitchen and eavesdrop on their session in the living room, and I have to say—they play the game very differently than my generation (Gen X) ever did. These kids are really getting into it. They leap out of their chairs every few seconds and mime everyth…

The jagged path twists deeper into the earth, the faint roar of rushing water growing louder. Your torchlight flickers against damp walls etched with strange, indecipherable symbols. The tunnel ends at a narrow stone arch spanning a roaring underground river. Carefully, you cross the slick bridge, your pulse quickening as the water churns far below. On the other side, you enter a vast circular chamber. The walls are lined with ancient, cracked statues of armored figures, their stone eyes watchi…

The narrow stone passage twists and turns, descending into a darkness that seems to swallow all light. Each step you take echoes, reverberating as if the shadows themselves are listening. The air is thick and cold, laced with the smell of damp earth and something else—a faint metallic tang that prickles at the edge of your senses. Finally, the passage opens up, revealing a pair of immense wooden doors bound with corroded iron. A dim torch flickers beside them, casting long, wavering shadows. Wi…

I bet if wizards were real, they'd be the weirdest people you know . We all imagine Gandalf when we think of a wizard (who was a bit eccentric himself), but I bet a real wizard would be more like Radagast the Brown—just a really weird dude who can barely hold a conversation and, for some reason, smells awful. Wizards always seem like they're spaced out, as if they've eaten some weird mushroom growing behind their cupboard. Sure, you need a high level of intelligence to be a wizard , but just lo…

The narrow stone passage twists and turns, descending into a darkness that seems to swallow all light. Each step you take echoes, reverberating as if the shadows themselves are listening. The air is thick and cold, laced with the smell of damp earth and something else—a faint metallic tang that prickles at the edge of your senses. Finally, the passage opens up, revealing a pair of immense wooden doors bound with corroded iron. A dim torch flickers beside them, casting long, wavering shadows. Wi…

A critical hit of memes

The stone staircase spirals downward into a darkness so thick it feels alive. The air grows colder with each step, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes around you. Finally, you reach the bottom, where a massive iron gate looms before you, rusted yet somehow still imposing. A single, flickering lantern hangs nearby, casting an eerie glow. You push the gate open, its hinges groaning like an ancient beast awakening. Inside, you find yourself in a cavernous library, its towering shelves cra…

Lately, my 10-year-old son started playing Dungeons and Dragons with some kids from school. Needless to say, I’m incredibly proud and happy to see a new generation continuing this great tradition. However, I recently had the chance to sit in the kitchen and eavesdrop on their session in the living room, and I have to say—they play the game very differently than my generation (Gen X) ever did. These kids are really getting into it. They leap out of their chairs every few seconds and mime everyth…

The heavy wooden door creaks open slowly. Faint orange light spills from behind it. As the door fully opens, you stand at the entrance of a vast, ancient hall. The space is dusty and draped with cobwebs, exuding a distinct musky scent that suggests the hall has remained sealed for a considerable time. Yet, curiously, all the torches and candles remain lit. Dominating the room is a grand marble table, encircled by eight chairs. Each appears as pristine as the day they were crafted, devoid of dus…

As a lifelong Dungeons & Dragons player, there’s one artist whose work always transported me to other worlds before I ever rolled my first die—Boris Vallejo. His fantasy illustrations, with their larger-than-life heroes, mystical creatures, and surreal landscapes, ignited my imagination every time I flipped through the pages of my DnD sourcebooks. Vallejo's ability to capture the raw emotion and intensity of fantastical worlds always stood out. Whether it was a sword-wielding warrior facing a c…

The heavy wooden door creaks open slowly. Faint orange light spills from behind it. As the door fully opens, you stand at the entrance of a vast, ancient hall. The space is dusty and draped with cobwebs, exuding a distinct musky scent that suggests the hall has remained sealed for a considerable time. Yet, curiously, all the torches and candles remain lit. Dominating the room is a grand marble table, encircled by eight chairs. Each appears as pristine as the day they were crafted, devoid of dus…

The heavy wooden door creaks open slowly. Faint orange light spills from behind it. As the door fully opens, you stand at the entrance of a vast, ancient hall. The space is dusty and draped with cobwebs, exuding a distinct musky scent that suggests the hall has remained sealed for a considerable time. Yet, curiously, all the torches and candles remain lit. Dominating the room is a grand marble table, encircled by eight chairs. Each appears as pristine as the day they were crafted, devoid of dus…

A critical hit of memes