It must have been somewhere between 1984 and 1987. School yard in Watford. Lots of black ground. (Bitumen?) I remember trying to explain something to my friends. (Darren? Liam?)
I wanted to play. I wanted to play Ghostbusters. But I remember struggling to tell my friends what I wanted. “Ghostbusters, but not the movie,” I think I said. I remember them agreeing but suggesting things that just didn’t with line up with my idea. They wanted to change things, but I didn’t want Ghostbuters-but-different, I wanted…
I remember what I wanted, and I know know the frustration of not yet having the words to make that that desire make sense to anyone else.
I wanted to play out what happened next. I wanted the characters and all the cool stuff from the movie, but I wanted to know what happened next. I wanted to find out what happened next. I wanted us to make up what happened next.
I wanted a sequel. I wanted a TV series.
God damn it, I wanted a roleplaying game.
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