My Dad’s First RPG was Roach Motel

He’s a Sixty-nine Year Old Blue Dog Democrat.Lived his whole life in West Virginia. Hates Trump, loves cigars, wants to leave the queers alone. Every bellowed declaration a dare to the world around him - the “fake it till you make it” kind of bravery. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t “get” my hobbies. Once bought me an oversized airbrushed grim reaper t-shirt because that’s the closest thing to Tetsuya Nomura in the mind of a middle aged basketball referee. But I know my proclivities came from somewhere, and I’ve seen the way he sat enthralled as my teenaged self fought Shinra grunts in Dirge of Cerberus. Despite his masculine protests I knew he could be corrupted. Roach Motel is my Favorite MegadungeonThirty-four pages, 135 rooms. As in Dead Weight, there is no climactic villain. Evil has already won and absconded five years prior. The nightmares depicted are mostly the unintended consequences of a kindhearted office woman trying her best. The facility traps you inside. Not in some crass,…