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added some more userboxes we had wasting away in our photo gallery to our intro. plus, some more “this user is a ____ fan” ones.
tomorrow’s going to be a lot of work… i’m sure it’ll all work out though; we won’t be alone.
i wonder if our father would be willing to listen. even though Xander already messed up pretty badly tonight, so he might still be a little pissed. i hope he can still acknowledge that, after all, we’re just an immature kid at heart.
i know i’m more than what my source is — or was, but even that knowledge isn’t comforting me well enough.
it’s fine. i have bigger problems to worry about anyways.
reading all the barovia posts is… making me feel really weird.
i feel like my existence doesn’t matter anymore. like i’m just some character inside some bigger scheme. i’m nothing more than a dice roll away from being replaced.
i guess i’m more than that now, but in the real world; to the others — all i am is some OC on a sheet of paper.
i already know how my source’s story will end, and it unsettles me.
it’s easy for the others to play a silly tabletop game, but it’s so much more than that for me. it’s dumb, i’m aware, but my feelings are still as real as i now am.
P.S: fuck strahd.