Allow me to go first. It was 1993, I was in junior high, and my buddy Brandon invited me over to try this new game (in a book???) he had picked up called Rifts. We spent a good two hours on him walking me through character creation--most of it laboriously poring over exactly which weapons to pick up, and detailing my Headhunter's awesome motorcycle (which had a smoke screen and oil slick capabilities, not entirely unlike a certain Nintendo game).
I asked numerous questions about the Rifts setting. I looked at Blind Warrior Woman boobs. Brandon showed me a pic of the Emperor of the Coalition States, Karl Prosek, and informed me that he was the big badass of the setting. I responded with a well-considered list of followup questions:
1) Can I try to kill him?
Brandon scoffed at such a lofty goal. Kill the Emperor? Who was doubtless numerous levels above me? No, I would earn my stripes fighting vampires along the Rio Grande. And so I made my final equipment addition ("knife"), and set off to where the long, lonely paths on the banks of the Rio Grande would lead my post-apocalyptic anti-hero (or "guy").
Clearly, the two hours of equipment selection and intense questioning had gotten to Brandon, because within 10 minutes, I had the following described to me:
Brandon: As you walk back towards your motorcycle, an asteroid falls from the sky and crushes you completely. Game over.
Despite this potentially frustrating start to my gaming career, I knew I was hooked. Palladium Fantasy and awkward, horrendously houseruled D&D sessions would continue my initiation into the hobby. And asteroid fatalities became much less common in the weeks and years to follow.
Let's hear it: How was your first gaming session?