no, use my SPACE name!
04 December 2016
Tonight was my first night DMing anything whatsoever, and boy howdy I did not need to write out twenty-six pages of backstory when I had to off-the-cuff most of the evening. It was fun (much fun!), but I don't particularly enjoy improvising or acting or having a group of people look at me; what I like is building the world and populating the world with characters and drawing maps. Writing. That is called writing. I like the writing part.

I also miss playing my grouchy half-elf ranger and not having to convince two-thirds of the adventuring party that the young woman sitting by her wagon and crying about a broken wheel really isn't part of an ambush and that maybe tying her up and terrorizing her isn't the greatest idea, although it is awfully fun to come up with ideas for secret doors.
no, use my SPACE name!
Other cats universally send my cat spiraling into an emotional breakdown. She expresses her trauma by making a noise like a fire engine.

[personal profile] damalur: sounds issued from sophie lead me to believe cat no. 2 is back
[profile] odylism: lol
[profile] odylism: Maybe she's just confused
[personal profile] damalur: well, something outside just meowed back at her
[profile] odylism: "Why am I orange? Why am I on the other side of the portal?"
[personal profile] damalur: LMAO
[personal profile] damalur: DYING
[profile] odylism: You've got to think that she's in a little kitty Camus novel right now
[personal profile] damalur: identity crisis
[profile] odylism: existential crisis
[profile] odylism: "Who am I? Are there others like me? Will they take my tissue paper?"
[profile] odylism: Serious questions for a little cat to grapple with