D&D Gothic

magic-slut:

– your dm asks you to make a Constitution saving throw in the middle of a sentence. You roll an 11. She finishes her sentence and does not speak of the saving throw again. You taste blood.

– you put your die down on the table for a second. When you return, it isn’t there. No one has even heard of a four sided die.

– it’s midnight and you’re so involved in the campaign you don’t even notice the tiny bones mixed into the bowl of Doritos. You barely notice the blood in your friends’ mouths.

– you’ve been in this dungeon before. You’ve been here before. Every floor is the same but the dm keeps saying “oh I’m so excited for this next floor!”

– your campaign notes keep changing. You know this wasn’t the plot you wrote…it can’t be. No one was supposed to die here. No one was supposed to die in this arc. Your next door neighbor dies of a heart attack the day after the session. You thought no one had moved into that house yet.