In ages long past, a group of friends would gather at the local Denny's lounge every Thursday night for a marathon D&D session. We'd take over a corner booth and, for sustenance on our monster-slaying & treasure-seeking quests, would order groaning platters of victuals. Ah, Moons Over My Hammy, how I miss thee.
This would have been around 1998-1992 or so. I haven't played since that group broke up, but have fond memories.
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