I am planning, plotting, and scheming...always so...because I am obsessed with roleplaying. I think about it when I'm reading novels, when I'm watching fantasy shows and movies, when I fall asleep at night, when I get bored at work...
I want to run Barrowmaze. I hate COVID-19, and adult responsibility. These twin viruses conspire to keep me from gaming as much as I'd like these days. I know, I've been whining about lack of roleplaying here for more than ten years now! I can't even comprehend that, even as I write the words. Once more unto the breach, indeed. Every day, every daydream about roleplaying, is a sally toward the breach again. Over and over, I throw my mind and imagination into the fray.
But I want reality to replace my fevered imaginings. I want laughing faces and beating hearts and slitted eyes of suspicion at a gaming table. I want hands rolling polyhedrals, heart-clogging foods and snacks, the underground smells of a basement. I love it. I have an unhealthy desire for it. I will make it reality again.
So, Barrowmaze. I lurk through your benighted, silent halls on the daily, and nightly. I crave to unleash your undead hordes on unwitting and foolish adventurers. I plan and prepare to dungeon master once again. Someday, I will see the looks of apprehension and joy on the faces of players over the top of my DM screen.
Once more unto the breach, dear roleplayers!
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