The Dink Network

Meh, damn whipper-snapper. In my day, we called it Elfland and we cast spells with 4 letter names like FIR3, XXXX, and ZAP!. And the only way to figure something out in a game was to walk to the bookstore in freezing rain and hope they carried a book with the hints you needed and they didn't have any fancy pictures, and they were printed on the cheapest, splinteriest paper they could find so that when you opened them, you considered it a blessing that you didn't lose a full quart of blood. And if you were lucky... the book actually contained good information and non total bullcrap about the wrong game talking about moving your "Moving Pentacus across the river so as to dodge the Brody's orange meatballs". I bet you're even playing that wimpy-baby version that uses spellpoints rather than spells-per-rest, daggnabbit!