I have a box full of 1st-Edition
Advanced Dungeons & Dragons rulebooks and modules. And a couple of boxes full of painted miniature figures. And a bunch of dice.
I still have my coat of arms from the University of Alberta Phantasy Gamers Club.
One year, we changed the constitution so that the club president was the King, elected officers were various royalty, long-time members were Knights (there were very few Dames, of course), and new members were Squires. As a former president, I became a Duke.
Everyone with a rank of Knight or higher was entitled to a coat of arms on the club office wall. Mine was blazoned "Sable, a mechanical penis rampant with thunderbolts Argent." (I copied the design from an illustration in
this book. It's at the bottom, centre.)
My motto was "Mors gratia mortis". So there were several layers of geekiness in that coat of arms: D & D geek, SF geek, liberal-arts geek, and Goth geek. I was pretty proud of it.
Beyond that, I have comparatively little to show for forty years of geekdom.
I can't belive you have the UNholy grail of ALL star wars collectibles in your hands! How the hell did that happen?
Trust me it's funer then HELL!
