Her son was dyslexic and had been role-playing at Brooklyn Strategist for a couple of weeks. Before D. & D., he couldn’t focus on writing for more than a few seconds. Now he was staying up all night to draft stories about his character. …‘Whatever it is, bottle it and sell it to me,’ the mother said.
From The Uncanny Resurrection of Dungeons & Dragons in The New Yorker. (via unpossiblelabs)