Somebody said they threw their copy of Dungeons and Dragons into the fire, and it screamed. It's a game! The magic spells in it are as real as the gold. Try retiring on that stuff.
The worthy GM never purposely kills players' PCs, He presents opportunities for the rash and unthinking players to do that all on their own.
Interpretation
What this quote means
A good Game Master facilitates player decisions and outcomes rather than forcing failure upon them.
This quote by Gary Gygax reflects the philosophy of game design and storytelling in role-playing games. It emphasizes that the Game Master (GM) should create situations where players can make their own choices, allowing them to succeed or fail based on their decisions. Rather than arbitrarily eliminating player characters (PCs) in a punitive manner, a worthy GM guides the narrative in a way that tests the players' judgment and strategy, leading to more engaging and meaningful gameplay experiences.
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Example use cases
In a panel discussion about RPGs, you might use this quote to highlight the role of player agency.
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