The New York Times reports the confiscation of D&D materials in a Wisconsin prison
My first thought was that either myself or more likely, my friends (and probably not Isa or White Bear) should go visit him, maybe even smuggle in a clone "of the original 1974 fantasy roleplaying game that started it all."
Test: what level M-U would I be in so effectively killing so many birds with one magic missle spell? evading prison rules; giving comfort to an inmate; promoting old-school play; subverting the market advantage of a corporate brand name; making contact with a fellow, human D&D player-- oh, but wait . . .
. . . I read this: "Mr. Singer, “a D&D enthusiast since childhood,” according to the court’s opinion, was sentenced to life in prison in 2002 for bludgeoning and stabbing his sister’s boyfriend to death." And while I wanted to censure the reporter for such manipulative sentance construction, I remembered that in fact lots of human D&D players really are pathological shmucks, often in the face of my attempts at censure.
In-game conflicts between characters spill over into out-of-game conflicts between players. And vice-versa. (Litmus test: Which one do you find more regrettable? In the case of Mr. Singer, was Blackrazor involved? Did you let your DM date your sister? Was Blackrazor involved?)