#plotting

Got drugged, hit over the head, exhausted or just had a bit too much to drink? Doesn't always need to end up predictable! Have it lead into your character's next adventure!

on the floor of their room, with no idea how they got there

back home in their bed... and someone is sitting next to the bed

in a cage

in a random side alley with a cat or rat sniffing them

in the middle of the woods, with no further information on where they are

tied up in a dungeon

in an extremely expensive hotel that they definitely would not be able to afford

on a bench at a bus station with commuters giving awkward side glances and a random woman offering aspirin

on a dirty mattress in a typical, creepy basement with a single lightbulb and a genuinely nice guy who lives there and just sucks at interior design

in a freshly dug grave

at a human sacrifice... but as sacrifice or attendant?

in a well, with locals in the process of trying to fish them out

to rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor in a hospital room

The plot in question:

thank you :3

I got a little carried away and made sniper an early 1400s longbowman.. also demo is wearing an Italian armor set… accuracy is out the window

tbh I really wanna draw more of this, I’m super into archaeology so my two interests are colliding

Shen walked over to where Robby was standing in the kitchen and stopped in front of him, staring at him for a solid minute before Robby finally looked up and asked, annoyed, "What?"

"You're in the way of the pizza, dude," Shen said.

Robby stepped to the side and watched Shen load his paper plate with three big slices of pizza and then open the lid of his Dunkin cup to pour vodka into it.

Robby gave him a concerned look. "Think you got enough pizza?"

"I had two edibles before I came here," Shen replied. "I'm starving."

"That's insanely irresponsible," Robby said.

Shen scoffed. "Okay big guy."

And then he walked away, but not before dumping some cheeseballs and doritos on top of his mound of pizza.

Then, Santos and Garcia came over to get more drinks. Robby went back to watching Dennis, who now seemed to be arguing with Ryan.

"Oh my fucking god," Santos groaned.

Robby looked over at her as she picked up Jack's phone from the counter, which was plugged into the speakers.

"Robby, unlock your ex-husband's phone so I can change this fuck ass music," she said.

Robby walked over and put in the pin that he did, in fact, know. "He's not my ex-husband. And what's wrong with Nickelback?"

Garcia made a gagging noise.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that," Santos said, putting on something else. Something far newer. She started to bop her head to the song she put on. "Muuuuch better."

Robby tilted his head and made a face. "What the hell is this?"

"Kim Petras," Santos said while dancing. "If Denny wasn't getting dumped he'd be twerking his ass off right now."

"He's getting dumped?" Robby asked.

"Don't act so excited about it, Rabbit-bitch," Garcia said, letting Santos take her hand and drag her away to go dance in the living room.

Robby turned back to find Dennis again, but he was gone from the main room.