can u imagine being admitted to the hospital in house cos ur half-dead from the worlds most obscure disease and youre lying in bed dying and you cant even do that in peace cos every five minutes house’s little club comes back in to do another round of random tests while gossiping about their deep psychological issues and if thats not painful enough one of them is australian and you have to listen to that. and just when u think u can finally slip away gracefully some old dude comes in and switches off your life support and yells at you for not telling him you tripped on a loose floorboard and broke a nail when you were seven like just let me go bro. im done
Reblog this with a 6 word summary of your last d&d session
Mine is “Lost my religion eat a croissant”
Body swapping is not fucking fun.
Everyone’s a monster except the fighter
all warlocks are morally corrupt assholes
Not my fault you underestimated me.
(I was the thief that solved the puzzles to get access to the session Big Bad, snuck behind him to steal his magical control item, then used it to hijack the monster he had summoned to turn it against him.)
