A Conventional Boy (Laundry Files #13)

by Charles Stross

I’ve just spent thirty years in prison for playing D&D unwisely—

“It’s very tranquil. People go there to get away from all that stuff,” he said. Kicking and screaming, straitjacketed in the back of a prisoner transport.

I hate team sports, Derek thought glumly. He’d always been the boy the class captains played rock-paper-scissors to force on the other side. Derek wasn’t handicapped, Derek was the handicap. If I have to play, we’ll lose.