We learned the hard way that we could burn it to the ground, but making this choice showed us that we could also make it what we wanted it to be.
Some other party members were foolish like me, others had good ideas but rolled poorly, but no matter what the characters tried to do, it did not go well.
The robot apocalypse is already beginning, I can tell, because when I went to Best Buy to look at laptops, I felt guilty every time I wandered away from the Lenovo section.
I get to hang out in a bar with my friends once a week, and I roll sparkly pink dice to determine if I successfully shoot a demon through its nonexistent heart, which is exactly the kind of femme fatale shit I’m looking for. But as a writer, I’ve noticed that my personality is not always overly compatible with D&D.