*stands up slowly from his chair positioned in the circle of chairs*

Hello, Trog's name is Trog and Trog's a map-a-holic. It's been two years since Trog's last introduction.

*A chorus of unenthusiastic "hello, Trog" greets him in response*

Er... well see it all started out when Trog was young and got sucked into fantasy literature - a gateway drug for map-a-holics, really. Soon Trog was puchasing Zelda games and Middle Earth Role Playing and eventually turned to the hard stuff... Advanced Dungeons and Dragons.

At first things were good - Trog was just a player and not making the maps like the DM. Then Trog got appointed as the group's map-maker. Mapping out the Temple of Elemental Evil and... well... Trog knew Trog was hooked when Trog was able to discover a secret room because there was a gap in my map that looked like it should be filled somehow. Soon after Trog became a DM and... well... it was all downhill from there, really.

Trog bottomed out and majored in Art in college and became a graphic artist. Soon Trog was making maps in the corners of ads and flyers so the customer knew where to go. Other departments had Trog make maps for them. Fire escape exit maps, Illustrations for a story on a recent city land acquisition. You name it, Trog'd map it.

At home Trog kept coming up with more and more home brew settings for the gaming group. Always something new. Always a new map. No one understood...

*looks up hopefully*

And then Trog found this place. A place full of people like Trog who love maps. And make really great ones, too. And Trog learned that it's okay to like to make them and giving up mapping isn't needed.

*looks around and smiles sheepishly*

Er... Trog's... uh... already went through a lot of the threads and... uh... nabbed textures and uh... other people's maps for his private at-home use for his campaign because... well... a great many of them are better than what Trog is capable of at the moment. But Trog'll catch up here soon.

Anyway, that's Trog's story in a nutshell.

...

Er... so what does a troglodyte have to do to get a drink around here? This place have a bar or what? *wanders off to search for White Russian ingredients*