One more trip down memory lane.

One more trip down memory lane. Here's a pdf of my first word processor created character sheet. I can't believe I had a blank one. These pages are still attached to each other.

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  1. David GoodwinMarch 29, 2014 at 11:34 AM

    That takes me back. Visceral nostalgia.

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  2. Casey G.March 29, 2014 at 11:35 AM

    Need to find a dot matrix mono-spaced font.

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  3. Larry LadeMarch 29, 2014 at 4:48 PM

    I got surprisingly good at using AppleWorks and an ImageWriter II to make these sorts of character sheets.

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  4. Casey G.March 29, 2014 at 5:04 PM

    This was on DOS, and the program was Lotus I think.

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  5. Gary BeasonMarch 30, 2014 at 6:17 AM

    I've seen a couple of character sheets that use mono spaced fonts for a typewriter look, but this could be a cool sheet design, too, especially for a 1980s setting.

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