Here’s what COB Adder looks from the outside on a bad day in 2009:

Here’s what it looks like on the inside, on a good day, when some of the Americans start getting their dork on:

Let’s be clear: no one is bagging on them for getting their dork on. WE get our dork on. We’ve been to the Inn of the Welcome Wench. We know our way around the Little Keep on the Borderlands, that Bree Yark isn’t nice and that you can’t trust Brian Van Hoose. That’s when we’re not trying to get the Leeroy Jenkins title, or collecting bottle cap currency.

It might be a little weird, being a junior enlisted man playing a role-playing game with a Captain as your “narrator” or “Dungeon Master” or “Game Master” (whatever), but hey – at least you’re slinging dice. Beats mind-numbing boredom (and getting shot at).

Frankly, we wish we could get in on a consistent game that played twice a week…though not enough to go back to the desert again.

Read the whole story of the First Cav and their fantasy gaming.

Tags: Military, Morale

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