im in the forest engulfing my family's neighborhood and im 30 minutes late. gonna play dnd with a buncha faggots im vaguely familiar with. i have a weeks old used plastic bottle i'll keep filling with water till i can't, and an umbrella cause there was rain that dissipated immediately after i arrived. the ground level greenery is all at least a foot taller since earliernwith the gender therapist, a centipede crawls through a split vine, and i can't use the downed tree as a seat cause it's so damp and overrun by ants.

i just start orbiting the main tree of this patch with the mosquitos, stepping over empty tinted-glass beer bottles prolly tossed out windows of passing trucks on the nearby road. i hop on vc and make basic adjustments to the sheet to get it playable. my voice is an independent feral animal i wanna tie to a rock and drown in the creek 5 minutes from here. my character backstory is written with the intention of starting off being lobotomized and quiet cause i knew that's how imma be.

im pioneering this hot new thing called "vibe dnd" in which u sorta know what's up cause of sheer cultural osmosis and act like u got the rest by looking it up. problem is, i cant keep discord vc from commiting seppuku whenever i go do that cause it was developed by escaped nazis in argentina specifically to put pure transgender girls through Trials and Tribulations, so i just wait till im prompted to make choices and then guess based off whatever i glean between clipping lofi audio and fantasy terminology. my character has beer dribbling down from her chin to her titties, how can i be sure i don't too? im wet, just less, just heat wave sweat.

i gotta leave early to ensure parents aren't weirded out. may the spirit of play driving the core of humanity hit the ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- it deserves