Most about pages are lists of facts. This one is a conversation — the only kind of introduction that felt honest.
I grew up in Brazil in the 1990s and early 2000s, in a country where games were expensive and sometimes hard to find. Every console, every cartridge, every disc felt like something rare — something that had travelled a long way to reach you. My first games arrived as gifts from my parents, wrapped up, a surprise. Somehow they always chose the right ones.
The ones that followed came from friends. Someone would show up with something you'd never heard of and say — just try it. That's how the important ones arrived. Not from a store. From someone who cared enough to say this one is worth your time.
I've been playing RPGs for most of my life. Final Fantasy IX was the door. Final Fantasy X became the favourite. Persona 4 Golden was the mirror that showed me something I hadn't said out loud yet. Nocturne was the teacher who didn't apologise for being difficult. The games that stayed with me all have one thing in common — people in them that I actually miss. Not characters. People. Like places I've lived in and had to leave.
RPG Dream is the site I wanted to find when I was a kid holding a game I'd never heard of, not knowing what was inside it. I was looking for someone who'd already been there and could tell me — honestly, personally — what it felt like. I'm building it now instead.
The Dreamer writes here. Lumen keeps watch.
Somewhere on the road. A campfire. Lumen settles beside it.
End of conversation. The fire keeps burning.
✦ Get in Touch ✦
Game recommendations, questions about the journey, thoughts on something you read here — all of it is welcome. The campfire has room for more than one traveller.
✦ contato@rpgdream.com.br🐺 Lumen
*ears prick up* A new traveller at the campfire. Ask me anything about these worlds.
Lumen
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