Many Christians consider Dungeons and Dragons as a mysterious, cult-like experience to avoid at all costs. Skepticism and hate for the game remain rooted in the “satanic panic”—a period during the 1980’s when a few players became involved in violent acts against themselves and others. Given this background, D&D is

“Remember, remember!     The fifth of November,     The Gunpowder treason and plot;     I know of no reason     Why the Gunpowder treason     Should ever be forgot!” “Anarchy…has taught me more as a mistress than Justice ever did! She has taught me that

This October, I picked up Frankenstein for the first time, expecting an extremely creepy tale about a doctor who screams, “It’s alive!” when his villainous, ugly creature dons life. In reality, I just read a moving piece of literature about a college dropout who faints as much as a lady

As I walk out of the library, head spinning with homework, I decide to take a breather before I head to tonight’s Scroll meeting. My feet trek down the library stairs, through the door to the Highlander Café, up the hallway and out underneath the sky bridge to the Biblical

As I sit at the tiny breakroom table after work, I hear my friend ask me, “What comic book are you reading?” Resisting the urge to say, “This is more than just a comic book! It’s a work of art and literature combined!” I hold up the book, revealing the

Once upon a time, my boyfriend Mitchell and I wanted to go on a date without watching a movie, a very strange concept to the both of us. We asked ourselves, “What do normal people do when they go out?” Parties? Nooo. Restaurant? We wanted this to be a casual

And here is a refuge, a room filled with weapons. Books spill over the shelves, patient in their want to be noticed. Caressing these old spines, walking among stained pages, I find where I belong. Depart from reality for a time. Entering all these worlds and other lives, why on

If I could fly, if I could weepTo wonder why the soul doth creepOn the sly, not meant to leap…Then I should cry, “life’s fell sweepOf passion and secrets I’ll never know!” If I could soar, and see the end, All life’s lore, then oh, my friendAt the core is

The winter’s fury barely passed me byLight-touched by frost fast-creeping deep withinBehold the ice sharp hatred in his eyesMy legs outrun the wild beasts that grinThe ghosts that prowl this harsh avoided lakeDo scoff and coldly swirl about my headGreat gasps of air my lungs can’t help but takeThe shades

Ah, how much one learns from past years of stress and awkwardness! What, you ask, do I speak of? Prom, of course! You remember: wishing you could invite that girl, wondering if you should go with friends, trying not to stress because prom isn’t nearly as crazy as all the