

"The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules." E. Gary Gygax, 1938-2008


You don't think of a Russian bazooka when someone says "RPG".
You use game stats to describe things in a movie. (Well, Han just blew his Fast-Talk roll)
The game master smiles, and you know it's too late. 
Your blood pressure rises when the subject of "Dark Dungeons" comes up.
You know the singular form of the word "dice".
You can figure the odds (in your head) of getting a certain result when rolling variable sized dice pools.
You own a 30 or a 100 sided die.
you've ever spent a significant fraction of your life modifying game rules that you didn't like... and, as soon as the system worked to your satisfaction, discarded it.
you've ever seen the old AD&D tv series.
you've ever gotten into a screaming match over something that happened in a game... (You are so dead! I am not dead!)
you've ever neglected to buy the new edition of your favourite game because you already have three.
you keep old characters around just in case someone might run that system again. (Never mind that its TS: SI)
You knew what I meant when I said TS:SI.
you have a PhD in manipulating point systems to the best effect, even though you failed high school geometry.
you can consume your body weight in junk food in one gaming session.
you consider Party rings, Salt-&-Vinegar crisps, and Dr Pepper a balanced diet. (or even an acceptable combination.)
you have been known to drive to far away places where you paid enormous amounts of money for the privelege of sleeping on floors, eating crap, buying little pewter statues of Gandalf, and meeting dozens of psychopathic members of the alternate (or similar) sex who will follow you around for months, merely for the pleasure of playing with gamers you don't know. and then signed up en masse with all of you friends to play in games with game masters who you've known since high school.
you own your own weight in gaming books.
you can do AD&D money conversions in your head.
you consider the 20th century a state of mind.
you have a random NPC generator, written in BASIC, designed to run on the Trash-80 or the Commodore 64.
you've ever designed your own character sheets.
you can be more that three NPCs at the same time without generating more than reasonable confusion in your players.
you have ever played a Dwarven character who did not have "axe" or "beard" ANYWHERE in his or her name.
you know how to sex dwarves. (chromosome typing- required a blood sample. I'M not getting it...)
you've ever tried to explain gaming to a school counselor, parent, or other PW/OC (Person With/Out Clue).
you've suceeded.
you've played Talisman more than once.
you've finished a game of Talisman... more than once.
no, its not a joke. the grand old (dungion) master has passed away at aged 69 in he's sleep after battleing ill health for a few years.
For fuck sake its almost like they still think there making Magic the Gathering where they could get away with totally scrapping everything after a while.


oh as a addendum to this Sarah’s first comment was, well..... okay her second was 'mind you a chain mail bikini probably isn’t all that commutable'..... Some people just don’t get it.
.....personal computers that is. ;)
During a Radom search for some stock images I found this, my word talk about being mugged on memory lane. Anyhow I also tried to find some clips on you tube for old times sake, all I found was the intro, but still well worth it! but really guys, I know that I'm the bastard DM from hell but even I could take a few lesions from this guy.... 'sure you can go home...after doing this....oh, you did that well I meant after you do this'.
First session.