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30 May 2022
One night, in the mid-aughts, after a night of gaming, some human parasites who were preying on my friend Matt, helped themselves to his television and DVD player in order to show me a movie they claimed I just had to see. Of course, they didn't discover this great new movie for themselves. Like the television and DVD player on which they intended to play it, along with the apartment where we watched the movie, the movie belonged to Matt.
What I was shown came straight from the dealer tables of Gen Con Indy, created by some amazing folks who hailed from the once-great Northwest. It was a movie from Dead Gentlemen Productions titled The Gamers. I didn't realize it then, because I had been ignorant of it up to that point, but this movie wasn't a singular thing. It was actually part of a genre I had unfortunately neglected to notice up to that point. That genre being independently created media about the fantasy gaming hobby, created by people like me who had a passion for the hobby and personal stories to tell. Stuff beyond the publications of the big game companies. Material made by the people who played the games and with whom I could relate.
The term, "Rabbit hole" is overused these days, but that night watching The Gamers was the start of my tumble down one of the greatest rabbit holes of my life. To this day I find that I am still very much subterranean, wandering around the branching tunnels I've discovered over years of inhabiting that incredibly deep warren.
For years after first watching The Gamers I went on to find more from Dead Gentlemen Productions and many others. Some of the passion projects I discovered were short films or series, and others were audio dramas or recordings of game sessions. There were also fantastic comics, magazines, and webcomics. The spirit behind all of this amazing stuff was genuine and these works were obviously created with love, originating in a time before Wizards of the Coast, Twitch, and the hellspawn which support the both of them took gaming so mainstream that the hobby has now become no longer recognizable as the one I have loved since my first time rolling up a character, over twenty-five years ago.
Gaming culture was out there, waiting for me, and I was thrilled to find it. All of this media allowed me to go beyond just playing and running games, which was all I had been doing since I first started playing. It provided me ways to celebrate gaming and maintain a connection to my hobby even when I wasn't able to play. It made it possible to not feel alone in a world in which, at the time, tabletop gaming was frowned upon, mocked, and dismissed. It's a shame that I started gaming in a comic book and gaming shop and somehow managed to miss the gaming magazines and comics, but then again, I can recall that it was difficult to browse or shop for anything when I was a poor kid who was barely able to afford dice. I didn't even have the chance to own any rulebooks until after I graduated from high school. All I had for my first several years as a gamer were my first set of dice, my dice bag, and a miniature my first DM purchased for me to use in his game.
The days of gaming and reveling in the material created by fellow gamers were some of the best of my life. It felt like the hobby was always going to be this rich, creative haven apart from the loud and overly commercial world of shallow entertainment and empty passions. Surely the people who disparaged my hobby would never trespass or find a way to dominate it to the detriment of everything I held dear.
Unfortunately, things change.
Reprehensible and tasteless people spend their lives wandering about, like heinous scavenger fowl, circling areas in hopes of a meal, never earning one for themselves but instead taking those belonging to or left by others. Once they find something of interest the flock descends and then it's time for every respectable and capable being to leave. When they come it's time to make for the hills.
I now live in an age when everything I loved and was viciously mocked and shunned for loving, is now mass-marketed and warped to appeal to soft-brained conformists who want to purchase the semblance of outsider culture in order to make themselves seem more interesting and complex. Basic bitches, gender-bending fetishists, activist psychopaths, and knuckle-draggers are all fashionably rolling dice now, and the companies who make games for the tabletop hobby are bending and breaking themselves to meet the demand. The buzzards are hungrily feasting and its a revolting, nauseating sight.
I'm not a part of the, "Active" tabletop gaming world anymore. New product isn't being made for old sods like me. It's made for the simple, the queer, the identitarians, the racists, and the oppressive morons who make the world an unhappy place in which to live. They're devouring my hobby, and so I'm gone.
Why am I writing this, then?
Well, I took all that I gathered and collected during the happy years, and now I reside far away and above the disgusting and macabre feast that is the modern games industry, independently enjoying everything magical that came before this damned times. They can ruin the future, but I will preserve the past.
What keeps me going, even if it's difficult for me to find a game in which I can play or people with whom I can roll dice and have fun, are the pieces of media I found over the years. Those movies, magazines, comics, books, and even game manuals sustain me. These things are all I have, and instead of quitting my hobby and abandoning all hope, I can sit here and revisit my joy again and again. Because even if the masses ruin everything, I will never let them touch those things which have given me my good times, the best times.
I am now a gamer outside of the gaming hobby. I am a lone dice-rolling fan of games which have been destroyed in order to appeal to the worst of humanity. I am a gamer who lives in his blessed hermitage, guarding the treasures from the past of his beloved culture, safeguarding them from the barbarians without.
Traditional gaming, real gaming, along with independent gaming media are what keep me going.
09 January 2022
I probably should have addressed this in my first post, but I didn't. So I'll address it now.
"The Omega Man in the High Keep on the Borderlands," is a name I settled on back when I was trying to create a unique title for what I thought would be a themed podcast and blog combination. I had a concept of a character, a hermit of the post-apocalypse, reveling in nostalgia and memories of the joys of media of the past. The podcast and blog were going to be focused on covering movies, animation, games, books, comics, and other bits of media. The title was a combination of movie, book, and game titles which have all meant something to me over the years. I make no apologies for the length of it.
I abandoned the podcast idea right after creating this blog because, even though I have done a podcast in the past (under the title the Nerd Closet Podcast, on YouTube back in 2011, which I have since removed), I have no desire to add another to a world which has far too many. I didn't want to spend time creating something that would just end up getting lost in the great and noisy sea of mediocrity. Also, I hate the elevated status that is given to assholes with a microphone and a website on which they post their mostly pointless recordings. I could go on about how depressing it is to see convention panels hosted by almost exclusively podcasters, the most pseudo of pseudo-experts, but I'll spare you the disgust and frustration.
Anyway, that explains it. I like the title, so I have kept it for this blog. The blog exists because I enjoy writing, and while one can argue that my criticisms of podcasts could also apply to blogs, I feel that my time would be better writing and doing so for an audience intelligent and focused enough to spend their time reading it.
Maybe some day I'll do something as a companion to this blog. Who knows. Maybe I'll change my mind about a multimedia approach, but that's unlikely.
04 January 2022
I have been struggling to decide on what to write for my first post since I started this blog. It has been almost two years since I paid for the domain, and it has sat empty, inactive, ever since. I'm fixing that, starting today.
I have been writing since I was a little kid. Much of it was heavily influenced by the writers I was reading while growing up, as seems to be the case for most people. I filled notebooks with odd stories and snippets. Mostly snippets, which I define as short disorganized idea documents which read poorly by most standards.
As I've aged I have found myself mostly writing pieces from the heart about the things I care for, in sort of an essay-like format. Though, I do still write stories. Short fiction is something I enjoy writing and will probably always enjoy.
My feeling and thought writings, these essays and random postings, have focused on media which has affected me, nostalgia, memories, and identity. I rediscover myself through them and share who I am. It's a way to recover bits of me and a way to bolster myself for the days, months, and years ahead. Without getting these things out I become frustrated and lost.
I have this compulsion to meditate on the things which made me happy throughout my life. These meditations lead me to joy, but they also cause me a considerable amount of trouble. Nostalgia will drive me to seek out whatever I can find through various means, oftentimes leading to unnecessary purchases, confusion, and regret. I get caught in a cycle of buy-sell-trade to chase nostalgia and find that in the end I have nothing but the memories I had before I went off. There's never an end to the emptiness, if it was emptiness that I was actually feeling.
Anyway, my goal here is to write. I hope that by writing here, and at a regular rate, that I can control the urges to chase memories and nostalgia. Maybe this will be my way to reign things in and actually give myself something meaningful to show for having had those memories and feelings.
Also, my father recently passed away, a few days before Christmas. That was a bit of a wake up call, and it forced me to consider where I am in life and what I need to do to not lose myself or the time I have left. In our last conversation he called me a writer, told me that he was proud of me, and that I should write. So, I'm going to write.
Thank you for reading this ramble. I hope that you'll return for future posts and stay with the blog. As far as what you might get out of these posts, I think you'll be able to find a connection with another person and maybe some entertainment along the way. I'll be writing reviews of media and experiences here, from time to time, so these might be appealing to you as well.
Until next time.