I began my very first Dungeons and Dragons campaign this weekend. It had been forbidden when I was young, and I had been too busy and too tired to try it after I went out on my own as an adult. I'd been wanting to do a Dungeons and Dragons campaign for years, but this was my first real opportunity.
Dungeons and Dragons is an amazing game. You can literally be anything in-game. I was born with a severe eye disability that left me unable to see three dimensions. But, in Dungeons and Dragons, I am free. I can be a sharp-eyed archer, or an acrobat, or a flying mage. After all, these are jobs I could never hope to strive for in my real body.
I must admit, there were moments when I went a little overboard creating characters. People were shooting chocolate out of their fingers and apparently that is impossible. I had also considered making a mage-monk, but apparently that's both OP and impossible. I suddenly found myself running into ridiculous rules. No pissing off the DM. Make up a backstory for why you want to be able to spawn sawblades out of ice crystals. Don't turn yourself into a cannibal.
I rebelled, of course. I had no interest in escaping from reality only to find my escapism to be declared unbelievable.
I'm thinking about switching to GURPS instead.