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SAVE ME!
I’m naked and I’m far from home
Call my name and save me from the dark
“So, how have things been since our last session?”
"Well, my motivation is definitely not dead, but… I’m not sure it’s completely alive either. I saw a video on my feed about crocheting and I went on a sort of… binge? I’ve never crocheted before in my life, but I kinda made half of an afghan in like 2 days and then got distracted and didn’t finish it. Is my inner will… undead?"
“No, honey, you just have ADHD.”
Looks in my Corner of Forgotten Hobbies™
See, when you have lots of digital hobbies, you can tuck them away in your Folder of Forgotten Hobbies, which is easier to ignore.
“So, when did you first notice this feeling, this emptiness?”
“Well, I was on my first adventure, had the party all together. We’d been on the road for a year when it happened…”
“It?”
“Well, the Paladin and the Warlock were arguing again… I stepped away because I don’t like conflicts like that. The Cleric was standing up with the Paladin, the Rogue was getting ready to just slit all their throats, and then this… This voice from the sky said ‘Rocks fall, everyone arguing dies’. I was the only one left…”
“Ah, yes, well, the basic Adventurers Guild insurance package doesn’t cover Acts of the Elder God, Gee-Em. They get really angry when we try to fix things they did…”
I love how it turned into a musical.
I feel like the evanescence reference is lost here
I, too, am getting old.
Where are yall finding these? I installed tumblr like 2 year ago and got lost in UI.
tumblr’s search sucks so i mostly just follow people and entertaining posts float across my dash like a bottle thrown into the ocean finding its way to shore.
Yea. I never could get into how Tumblr worked. Nothing made sense.
My book series is based around a necromancer.
They do some things that are similar to healing.
But in terms of psychological necromancy, the best he can do is let you pet his flesh golem dog. Which, in fairness, is a damn good depression counter.
