Ohh Mr Droog

I can almost see the shopping district rolling the red carpet out over all the snow now. [pvt] As a more serious note, and I realize it isn’t my place to say…but I hope you are doing alright considering all that happened doing as well as one can be doing. And well, I was going to ask if you still wished to engage in the D&D activity I had planned.   With all that has happened I fully understand if your heart or mind isn’t into it. But I also understand it may be nice to have something to just take one’s mind off the day to day.    Either answer is well and fair. 

[pvt]

Gonna be real honest with you, Inspector.  I don’t have much a mind for just about anything savory or what can be repeated to a lawman these days.  Not a confession, just the honest truth.  Maybe once I’ve got my problem cleared up, I’d like to give it a spin, but that problem is long-standing and not so easily navigated.

Plus, I don’t suppose the co-players and I are going to see eye-to-eye on a few things outside of shoddy dice rolls, if I’m remembering the roster correctly.

Grunge, corduroys, and jorts were a mistake.

Bell-bottoms, though... they were good.  They were...delightful.

It was surprising, but I think all of us were so emotionally and physically exhausted after the back-to-back horror that was candy land-fog hell that we didn’t get a good chance to digest the information, especially an “out loud on tumblr land” way.

You can’t resurrect the dead.  Unless you’re some fuckin’ green monstrosity by the name of Lord English, I fuckin’ guess.

With his bullshit...

...

Don’t be fuckin’ stupid.  Of course not, and I’m not gonna entertain any other questions of this vain about my kids because it’s reductive and gonna clearly be used as emotional ammo to try and hurt them because I spoke out of a place of grieving.

Suits.  Italian cut.