These are scans from a recently rediscovered treasure trove.
Back in my highschool days, when I was too old to play with toys and too bashful to play with girls, this is how my time was spent. The mark of youth and dorkery is all over them.
My brother and I reviewed these the other night over dozens of beers and millions of fond memories. The depths to which we all took this collective fantasy making was profound.
As one of two artists amongst the players, it was my job to draw everyone's 'guy', so they could come to life in the shared consciousness. Most of them were sketched in pencil, then inked, then wrist-damagingly coloured-in using pencil crayon, of all things.
Sure, maybe indulging in this sort of nerd-fare slowed my growth as a social being to some extent, but the creativity poured into shaping this silly game somehow shaped me back.
I really believe that whatever small creative ability I may have was nurtured during this, more than any other, period; by playing these games, imagining these tales, drawing these characters, and the collective building of this shared story.
Here's a sampling.