Where it comes to why do we play D&D, the staggering around in the dark is … epic. More than once I’ve come across someone describing a long convoluted series of game events, with the conviction that said events are “cool,” followed by the declarative statement, “… and that’s why we play D&D.”
Imagine the following:
“He takes the snap; there’s only three men rushing for Millsaps. Farmore throws it over the middle, complete to Thompson. Thompson looking for a block; he laterals it to Curry and Curry laterals it again … and it’s caught again, and Tomlin, now with the lateral, and now the lateral to Thompson ~ and he laterals it back to Maddox, on the other side. Maddox, looking for a block; he fakes the lateral to Curry, now he laterals it to Curry! Curry’s at the 49 yard line, he’s dancing around, he throws it back now to Maddox, who throws it across the field to Barbour, Barbour looking to run, he’s looking for a block, he’s got a convoy, he’s going to throw it to Thompson … Thompson’s at the 30 yard line. Thompson now laterals it back to Curry at the 35, they’re running out of spaces. Curry fakes, he’s gonna lateral it to Tomlin, Tomlin’s got a chance to go! Tomlin’s got a chance to go and he laterals it to Meadows, now it’s going to go to Maddox. Maddox at the 30 yard line, and now … now it’s a lateral … Curry’s got it … and Curry’s still going! Curry’s going! It’s a TOUCHDOWN! CURRY SCORES!!!”
And that’s why we play football.
Well, no. We love it when this shit happens, both when we’re playing and when we’re watching, but we know from personal experience that even when football is a grind, even when nothing special happens, we still go out and play, or turn on the game, because we love football for deeper reasons than, “When shit happens, it’s cool.”
I could try and write the rest of this post guessing at what that reason is, and write a bunch of deep from the soul literature that would make the reader feel like I really had a handle on that reason and we’d all walk away with a wonderful cathartic feeling about why we play RPGs. I’ve done it fifty times on this blog. But to tell the truth, I’m tired of guessing. I’m tired of catharsis. I want to actually KNOW what the answer is … which is what this quest for an RPG 201 course is about. I don’t have any really satisfying answers. I want some.
Regarding the exam. I knew those were brutal questions as I wrote them down. When I took courses from university that specialized in essay questions, it was understood that the prof was NOT going to answer the questions for us, ever. I remember my prof Dr. Barry Baldwin had a question that was on every final he gave for Classics 301 – the Roman Republic: “Compare the fall of the Roman Republic with the prospective fall of the American Republic. Be specific and give examples. Argue either for or against.” In the time I took courses from Dr. Baldwin, we talked about that relationship many times; and usually that involved being told to read source materials that Dr. Baldwin would pour like rain into my notebook. But I was never able to wrest out of him what he really thought about it. I think I know. But I’ll never be sure.
Because the “right” answer didn’t exist. The right answer was to make an attempt at an answer. To face it head on and figure out what one really knew about the subject, to ferret out the gaps in one’s knowledge so that, when we would sit at the end puzzling about our opinion, we wouldn’t stop thinking about it. We’d go on trying to answer the question.
As the reader can see, Dr. Baldwin taught me well.
ReplyDeleteHa! I, too, am transported back to my university days reading these questions...mainly my (often the case) position of being way behind in my reading and resignation of needing to turn in an assignment late!
It's a decent challenge, Alexis, and a good exercise, as you say, simply to think about this stuff and take a stab at it. I'm heading up to Whistler, BC later this morning (with the family) for a few days of rest and relaxation. I am hoping to have the leisure to catch up on some reading while watching snow hit the window of my mother's time-share (we don't ski or anything). If possible, I'll pump out some sort of answer...you should have some sort of paper to grade!
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