Almost let the dm lead me into a very obvious trap
Imagine going through all the effort of disguising yourself only to immediately blow your cover by bringing your very obvious and very known snowcone cart
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Almost let the dm lead me into a very obvious trap
Imagine going through all the effort of disguising yourself only to immediately blow your cover by bringing your very obvious and very known snowcone cart
waugh
The dichotomy between failure in Sunday game and TuedayNotFriday game is immense.
I would be happy to have the good end or the bad end in Sunday game because, at the end of it all, it's an epic fight to save the world. Watching the world fall around us as the last bastion of hope crumbles in a dramatic and emotional city defense is an excellent way to go. But for the sake of my friends' sanity, I must strive for the good end.
In TuedayNotFridaygame, however, failure here is heartwrenching. A whole party just trying to save one pitiful guy from certain death, possibly making things worse, only to fall one by one in the process is not satisfying.
But we will succeed; no deaths allowed. We can't fail here.
In fairness if Pazar didn’t barbecue his wife and kid he never would have joined the party. With this in mind, the tragic backstory is quite the happy accident!
What a cruel thing to say. They could have been such a sweet, happy family.
Oh no. A new song for Pazar, my sad old man. ;n;