I was playing D&D again for the first time in months, and it was great and fun and NOT kinky or weird for once. I was just going about my bidness, worshiping the evil god, Bane, of the Forgotten Realms, killin' people and delivering messages, generally being a super awesome werewolf person, when, POOF! The anxiety hit. I freaked out, got mega sad and nasty and stuff, and had to call a break for fear of getting worse :'(.
In the end, I made supper and felt better - yay me! Spaghetti and mushrooms
- and we continued to game with lighter hearts. I killed off my current main and his boyfriend NPC because I was tired of all the stressful decisions and scary evil people, and made a new Character! A hunter/rogue/bard with a magical lute that can influence people's emotions (so original, I know!!
). I kept striking ballads to change the ambience of the situations and made friends with a bunch of evil henchmen. They gave me beer.
But by then the day was over... :\ on the bright side, I sent my Sisyfus story to my DM because he's cool and wanted to read about
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