I belong to the last wave of Gen X (That means I'm "old" for those of you born after the internet was already a thing). I come from a time in the long-long ago before the dreaded Millennial bots and Z-force invaded my planet and destroyed all that was good.
What that means: I enjoy proper fantasy, storytelling, finding humor in everything, and basking in the glory of fictional escapism. My table is not a place for your real-world drama or your opinions on the current state of political affairs and social justice. Players that go out of their way to weave their own mental delusions and personal issues into characters and try to use the table as a therapy session are immediately shunned by the group and thrown into the angry maws of Cerberus.
Us old guys are a dying breed. We have thick skin, we like to rag on our friends, and we don't care about your feelings. Just know If I make fun of you, it means I like you. If the party embraces you in their rude, insulting arms and calls you names that make even the Aussie's in the group blush, you've been accepted. If you're easily offended, however, you will not enjoy your time in my kingdom. You've been warned.