Due to popular (sic) demand, here is my story;
After having played D&D just a couple of times before that group fell apart, I discovered the Star Wars RPG. Star Wars was my "jam" at the time, so I got into the game big time. I only had one other friend that played (he ran multiple characters, I GM'd) so you can imagine it wasn't quite as fun as having a big group of people together. We played only a small hanful of times.
But, my enthusiasm for the game wasn't satiated by just these few sessions. I had to figure out a way to play the game more (I'm 45, so this is well before the days of being able to find groups on the internet, etc). I had recently acquired the misinformation that I was a good writer, so I decided I'd write a story based on some characters I came up with. To be able to take advantage of the "game," I'd let the rolls decide the outcome of the battle. Thusly, I thought I could let chance take the story where it went, instead of being bogged down with being creative myself (apparently).
I can't recall if I had a game pack that gave me the setting, or if I came up with it on my own. Regardless, I had the super creative setting of a hidden rebel base on a frozen planet that had just been found out. Looking back, for many years, I laughed at myself for being so uncreative. However, I was finally able to fogive myself thanks to Rian Johnson going to that well again himself. If it was good enough for a Hollywood director, I guess it was good enough for a teen age kid.
Anyway, the story was fairly trite. Nothing of significant interest or note. The characters were thin, and the story was thinner. The heroes delay, then all jumped in to their X wings to defend against the incoming TIE fighters while the rest of the base escaped. Here's where the real fun came in. The whole of the battle here was determined by the space ship battle rules, and my own rolls of the dice. I then meticulously recorded the outcomes, so I could later transpose that excitement into script form. The battle scene looked something like this:
Generic hero name 1 fires at an incoming TIE fighter. His shots miss the target!
Generic hero name 2 fires at another TIE fighter. He hits, but just a glancing blow dealing minimal damage.
Generic hero name 3 fires at yet another TIE fighter. Direct hit, dealing moderate damage!
The first TIE fighter returns fire, but misses. The second TIE fighter also returns fire. Another miss! The third TIE fighter returns fire at Generic hero name 3. A hit! But fortunately minimal damage.
This went on for literally three typed out pages (yes, this was before I had a computer in the house, so I typed this all out on an actual typewriter). I think the whole story was only about six or seven pages, so nearly half was this boring description of die rolls.
I was so proud of it, mainly because I actually came up with names for all these different characters and stupid plot, I proudly gave it to my dad to read (he was a newspaper reporter earlier in life, and held the ability to write in high regard). Well, long story short (actually, I don't remember the details, other than they were scarring), based on his comments I never gave him any more stories to read.
Hijack over.