What if I just-
pull you aside in a crowded room, my hand on your shoulder, leaning in close to whisper in your ear:
“you have to roll a 20 to succeed at a hard task, and the ability you’re using has a modifier of 0”
You faint dramatically in front of the entire campaign
85% of my characters:
-Likes comfy sweaters
10% of my characters:
-Will tear your face off
-Likes rocks and mushrooms
-Makes their own fruit preserves
5% of my characters:
-All of the above
It’s hard not to miss someone when you’re reminded of them every day. The things you see in the street, thinking, “yeah, they’d like that” and remembering. It’s hard not to hurt when you see them in your contacts every day. You’d reach out, but you’re afraid of what they might say. Or maybe you’re afraid to hear the “leave a voicemail” message you used to love.
It’s hard in this life, when we have so much to remember them by. But it’s good too. For it’s worse to forget the people you loved, than to remember them painfully.
I’m a sucker for “don’t worry about it” boys. As characters, of course. Boys that ignore their injuries, look after other people. Boys that keep their feelings locked inside and don’t ever let them out, but are always a shoulder to cry on. mmm, angsty