If I had only known the depth of the anime love interest complex she apparently had, I might have realised that the rattling noise wasn’t her dice tower, but the loose marbles rattling around in her skull. I thought she would be a joy to have at the table rolling dice with us. Her and Annie both did practical effects design, and she was artsy and enthusiastic with a real twinkle in her eye which I would realise all too late wasn’t a twinkle but the barely perceptible electrical feedback which indicated the short-circuiting of the sanity wires in her brain. Trish was the only person who attended that I didn’t know, which naturally made her something of a wildcard, but being the sociable person I was, this didn’t bother me at all, and when I first met her, all seemed fine. Neither of them had played before, but Dave informed me that our mutual friend Rich played, which I didn't know, and Annie said that she had a friend that would be super excited to join because she was obsessed with TTRPGs. I suggested the idea of running a D&D game, and they were both into it. It me.Īfter one such get-together at my place (which was inevitably always a strange mix of guys from the rugby team, my course mates - I studied physics - and my flatmates, their mates etc.), myself, Dave & Annie were talking.
Yes, the exact stereotype you’re currently thinking of.
In short, my highest IRL stat is Charisma. I liked to host parties, I love being the centre of attention, I love singing. I am (or was, being an adult sucks) something of a socialite. I'm fairly tall, fairly muscular, and my biggest interest outside TTRPGs, science, maths, nerdy movies and video games is playing Rugby, and I was on the Uni team. For context, I'm not really the typical nerd archetype. I was at university, and we were playing 3.5e D&D. So, we cast our minds back to days of yore (2013). She could also never quite decide whether this person was more cat or more fox or both? It was weird. Trish: The problem player, playing a “foxfolk” (reskinned tabaxi) bard, because of course she bloody was. Rich: A friend of mine and Dave's, playing a zany gnome sorcerer Lots and lots of cringe.ĭave: my roommate, playing a half orc fighter (was not present for the session in question, relevant later)Īnnie: Dave's girlfriend, playing a halfling cleric So sit back, Dear Reader, and indulge this tale of deceit, coercion, questionable sexual appetites, breakups, and, of course, cringe.
The whole situation was bizarre, unexpected and came completely out of nowhere, in a rapid and complete fiery implosion of the group that rivalled the Hindenburg in terms of suddenness and sheer scale of catastrophic collapse. Well guys, this is the only real horror story I have, and unfortunately it is one completely suited to Valentine’s Day, although in an utterly twisted manner.
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