Basically My Life

Like, the fandom tends to treat dnd like an optimization problem where there is an objectively Perfect decision you can make and every time the players/characters don't metagame hard enough to get it, it's a failure.

The thing is, this creates two issues. The first is that playing under such a hypercitical microscope is actually not fun and *will* cause the kinds of circular arguments that typically pop up at the Critical Role table because obviously there must be a perfect decision so we need to stall until we find it.

The second is that this clashes with Brennan's style. Brennan loves players who take big swings, make big choices, and commit to them, and if you don't believe me, check out every time Lou Wilson flubs a speech because it's what his character would do, because it's often.

I guess God wanted the little robot to enjoy some sushi 🍣 🥲

Well... Yes and no.

The last time Ryland Grace was CONSCIOUS of any human touch was when he was knocked out. Absolutely true.

But the last human contact he would have had was Yao and Ilyukhina. Who were told that he was scared about panicking during launch and asked to be sedated. Who did all the pre flight checks before the Hail Mary launched. Who would have carefully, gently carried Grace to his bed in the dormitory, made sure he was secure, and initiated his coma procedure.

There would have been love there. Remember Ilyukhina throwing her hands high and saying "welcome to crew!" Remember Yao saying how he hoped Grace would say yes. Remember how much the crew trusted Grace, Stratt's First Officer, the guy who helped them so much, and was so kind to them, and was the one who they entrusted their preferred methods of suicide to. Who thought they were wonderful and brave.

They would have tucked him in. Maybe brushed his hair out of his face. Maybe said something kind to him before initiating their own coma procedures.

I was inspired by the black-out poems made by @playing-with-colors and decided to apply it to the locked tomb series!