The beauty of it is, you can be whatever you want!
For a few hours, you can become a valiant knight
Named Sir Seymour Buttz.
For an evening, you can be a lisping, half-giant wizard.
For a little while, you can play a deadly sniper from a murdered world,
surrounded by a crew of complete screwballs.
For as long as we’re at that table,
You can daydream of magic and adventure and power.

And we’ll all daydream with you.

The glory of it is, I can steal from anywhere!
Anne Rice’s vampires can fight Le Guin’s Earthsea wizards,
The Greek Gods can be slain by Aztec invaders,
Medieval Vader can team up with ersatz Voldemort,
I can blend magic, and eras, and races, and big fucking ideas, into a heady melange.
And Tolkien’s influence? Well, that’s just inevitable.

And for a while, I can tell you those stories, and let you tell them back.
I can turn my imagination into a playground we share,
A stomping ground for your sparkling heroes, your shady mercs,
and, sure, your straight-up murderhobos.
I can guide you, and point you on the path to heroic adventure,
give you hateful adversaries, unforgettable vistas, lofty goals, and memorable battles.
Perhaps I can make you wail at the fall of beloved allies.
Or I can just turn you loose and let my world react to your character’s antics.

We can be each other’s audiences, and advisors, and escapes.
And together, we can make something.
Trust me; it’ll be really, really fun.