Thanks for reminding me I am a girl. Thanks for holding that against me. High school was fun. Right. Not when you are a geek and interested in technology, fantasy, and comics. Worse when you are from a small town and pre-internet. You already read your tiny town library. The books had been selected based on what the Librarian felt would keep her job. You already read your school’s tiny library. Even went as far as becoming a school librarian to get access to the censored material in case there might be some nerdy stuff hidden away. Only mysteries of tangible evidence surround you. A boy with a newly minted smiley face with a bullet hole to the head. The only comment from the teacher was, you read that? The boy just nodded. Then a boy with a book with a dragon on the cover. Yes, you can read it but only until class starts. Quickly you flip to toward the back and read as much as you can. You know if you don’t, you will never know how it ended. He sure isn’t going to share that and you know you will never see the book again. Then another boy shows you a loose leaf page of a monster with stats. You memorize it front and back and ask if he has any more pages. He just tells you he borrowed from another in a college town.
Then it happens. You meet a guy. He’s different. Your first talk is more like an interview. He ask you questions, you know are tricks, like “who is Jethro Tull?” Followed by “do you play D&D?” That is when you know he’s out of the friend zone. So far your answers have been right but how do you answer the last one? “I read a monster’s stats once but never got to game.” Bam. You are in. Access accepted. Invited to your first game.
Well the DM turns out to be a jerk. The friends all resent you. It is that girl thing. Girls aren’t geeks. Girls don’t play D&D. You tune them out. You now have a book you quested for and it is in your hot hands. A player’s handbook. Your brain swirls. Imagination overload.
The boy. He’s cool. He decides to make it easy on the virgin. Play a human. Roll up some stats this way. Nothing major. Then some coaching on role-playing. Well, it was going well until the DM hating girl player decided that she needed to go. In an epic roll on a d20 a rider on a horse, charges by, and with one swipe of the blade, the head rolls off. Less than five minutes the virgin player was ruined. But the boy gave the jerky DM some “get the heck out of my house” looks and gave the player’s handbook back. Let’s try it again.
And again, and again, and again. Now the second character rolled up is more than epic level. She from the first age. She revenged the first death and took down the jerk DM. She is feared among her peers. She is forbidden to show her epic stats anywhere near any realm or any edition. Now she is in her final years and she has the most powerful object in all the lands over any decade. She is the one everyone is now going to try to kill but they can’t get at her. She is “Chance” and she has the “World Stone” from under the “Tree of Life”. Generations have tried to kill her and they have all tried.
Don’t let the girl thing get in your way. It won’t change her stats.