For some, a muse is a playful spirit, coaxing artistic expression. For others, a muse is a lover, gently encouraging and supportive. For us, it was a donkey. Maybe it started as a whisper, a mere suggestion as we watched our children study and play. The realization that games could give them a frame of reference to empower them to overcome challenges and to seek greater understanding of the world around them. Maybe it was a tireless companion on a seemingly endless journey. Carrying us through the storms and dust. Comforting us in the dark. Guiding us when we chose to leave the well-travelled path in search of new horizons. Maybe it was just a stubborn, ornery ass dragging us along, kicking and screaming, to meet our destiny. Whatever the case, we didn’t seek it out: the donkey found us. It found a strong woman, a leader, a mother, a writer, a photographer, an organizer, an entrepreneur, an unstoppable force of creation (and sometimes destruction.) It found a kind man, a warrior poet, a son, a sculptor, a creative genius, a philosopher, a critic, an apparently limitless well of random knowledge, a tireless champion who will not quit until his duty is fulfilled. It found a comedian, an explorer, a cynic, a rules lawyer, an annoying little brother, a wizard (apparently), a man whose sarcastic exterior disguises his enduring kindness. It found artists and nerds, gamers and musicians, family and friends. Together, we make weird, wonderful games.