One Zocchihedron, Please!

Ohhhhhhh Dungeons and Dragons, how you slay me. I can still remember the first time I dungeon mastered. I thought every single room in my dungeon should contain some kind of riddle which, when solved, would allow all to pass into the next room. I thought I was so clever with my "pull the right lever or else" riddles, and my "combine numbers that were etched on walls of other rooms to solve a math equation to unlock a door" riddles. Boy, was that dungeon fun! For me at least, everyone else, not so much. And approximately eight hours later, the party of five (not the wonderful 90's drama) was finished my dungeon. I was not dungeon master very often, in fact, I think I was only dungeon master about three times in the many, many years I played D & D. I much preferred, as did my friends, for me to play as a character instead of the DM. Once, I was Faesten the rogue, a sly elf who refused to reveal any of his personal details to any of his party members. He was a paid killer and thief, working for the mayor of the town, without anyone's knowledge, and he was handsomely rewarded for his services. I was also Draeknar the priest, a wise and very old half human, half elf. His time was cut short by a surprise, and much too early introduced beholder. We were only level 2 goddammit! But the trusty paladin Diametes is who I most trusted my life to. I played as Diametes for many years, through many campaigns, and many resurrections. I was able to play Diametes all the way to level 17 and still have his player sheets. I love Diametes and will always use him for any high level campaigns I may get myself into. I would never trade his life for anything, not even one hundred zocchihedrons!