My Brain & It's Turmoils

I mean his blood is technically radioactive. And the spider bit him so it's venom transformed his blood cells.

Wouldn't that mean if anything drank his blood it'd be superpowered?

Or does the spider in him release a pheromone to scare mosquitoes away.

But spiders don't do that because they eat bugs like that.

Is it weird to have a cheesy sauce on chicken?

I make this dish that is a mozzarella & garlic cheese sauce with pan fried chicken over garlic rice.

I've mostly played as a DM. The Narrative God of this world. If you will.

Point is I never really played as a player.

My family is full of nerds, so my siblings and cousins made a campaign.

All of us except two are in the middle of big planning full campaign of our own so we didn't want to DM this one as well.

From the people left there was a person that has never played the game but has been around a lot of people that do, (The one who suggested the campaign) or the one that always plays as the chaotic twink that everyone wants to beat up after one action scene. (Needs to know more about planning)

We chose the newbie.

She spent a month planning the story and printed out pamphlets.

Yk what she forgot? To learn about the spells of DND and basic DM strategies.

The first session was us lecturing her on what's okay and not okay as a DM.

I played an OC I often use in my writing. He's a quiet forage guy that I love.

His name is Nalo he's just a sweet wittle guy that scared of humans and is 7'2 tall.

But he is such a boring character to play. We had our second session yesterday and it was fun but I had to be out of character a decent amount to even interact.

I'm in a culinary major, specifically hot foods. Baking is hard and not for me in a professional setting. My highschool is a trade school.

But what if my skills are just not up to par? Like I already know my equipments gonna be cheap. I mean living off the gov. type of poor here.

So I'm gonna be the poor skill-less kid. What them?!

I will learn and try my hardest regardless but I am so scared!

In the camp there are different "cabins" in the camp and they all cook different cultures of food.

I have rarely to never cooked red meat.

Because chicken & pork are cheap.

And I've never really explored with food outside of class because wasting foods mean messing up the budget which means not always having food.

Plus I allowed myself to get into cooking way later than most of my highschool peers.

So thinking about the college, big people, I'm gonna feel even more behind.

Plus my dad keeps scaring me about the area! I grew up in farm land and it's in a city. Which my dad explains as "trauma down a road".

Not a good start as someone with paranoia issues!

My dad's an ass. And not just in the dad way. But we both getting into that rn.

I'll go first. I was climbing monkey bars on the playground.

I was obsessed with climbing back then.

A cat showed up under me. I didn't wanna land on the cat to get off.

Kid brain said "Hang on". Hang on with those Tony little hands that barely fit over the bars. Can't say anything about my arms, they were huge as a kid.

I fell off. The cat was okay. I was not. Fractured my wrist for the second time.

Literally would pull of the cast. Just pop it off so I could cimb more.

Then I decided trees were safer because my kid brain said "cats don't like trees".

The same calico cat was at the bottom of the tree.

At this point I was like this tree is big I can go to the other side.

No, there was a fluffy black cat on that side.

I went all around the tree. I was surrounded by cats.

I have always been a dog person.

But this is when I found out cats loved me and kept getting me hurt because of it.

I was banned from climbing around there after the fourth broken bone. And I think 5 fracture.

Me: Every time the room gets

- loud to the point of yelling to speak

- quiet to the point I can hear you breath

- people get too close

- antisocial

- stiff air