anD noW whaT?

A tale, of neither tragedy nor triumph;

Just of real people

doing real things

in real ways.

So I think, ponder, wonder, whisk away thoughts…

And a tale begins to form

A story

Full of heat, passion and fire

Lust and love

And I know she’ll like it, she’ll like it

that friend of old, that newly found friend of old. 

Screaming down the way Engine at 3k Arrows going faster and faster My heart pumping thumping jumping

As I leave you

Blue lights all around Yet not behind Pushing faster and faster My mind leaping Creeping Weeping

As I leave you

As I leave you Your scent lingers It lingers, ever etched into my brain My pain My lane My Life and my wife and the strife that is

Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.

Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.

Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.

Same D&D 5e campaign as the one from earlier, which I (DM) have taken to calling the [Fragmented Entelécheia] Campaign. This is the final session of the 1st season, as we all have to prepare for exams during the following weeks. DM (me) tells players through in-game NPC (BBEG) they will be fighting a Titan (Essentially a Primordial).

Players: “Hey, we’ve had this axe of Titan-slaying since forever! Let’s hack the dumb thing to pieces!”

It seems the dice are on their side tonight, as the majority of them roll quite high on their initiative checks. Excitedly, the players begin planning who does what and who attacks as the DM finishes setting the table of self-made maps and 2 cm scale origami miniatures (players are about 2 cm, roughly 1 inch, typical D&D stuff).

Players: “Ok, so there’s the BBEG, there’s his bodyguard, this is where we are, at the edge of the table… hey DM, where’s the Titan?”

DM, sitting closer to the other edge of the table then was strictly necessary, straightens his back, puffs his arms out a bit to appear larger then he actually is, and with a VERY slow gesture, indicates his whole body as an evil grin slowly spreads across his face.