After over a year of monthly sessions, my D&D campaign has finally made it through a week of in-game time.
It's certainly been A Week. Here's a list of things, in no particular order, that have happened to the PCs:
They were recruited by a covert organization that wants to Save the World (it is totally not some sort of rip-off of MONARCH because Godzilla is somehow in my D&D campaign - okay, it is).
They fought some corrupted rats. (And later befriended the widow of an innocent rat bystander that one of the party had killed.)
They participated in a talent show. One of the PCs won!
They fought fire snakes and other fire-based entities in an abandoned pharmacy.
They found out that the old pharmacist had visions and was sent away for his health.
They flirted with the hot minotaur blacksmith.
They went to the goth club and flirted with the head of the volunteer fire department.
They had weird dreams and learned uncomfortable truths. ("Does [my father figure love me]?" They hesitate before answering, "No.") The weird dreams are a result of a dream mechanic I devised for the campaign because That's How I Roll.
They acquired cursed magical objects and are now the proud owners of a magical RV that's basically a sort of TARDIS on wheels with its own magical guardian (the RV is not cursed).
They met one of the PC's exes. It was Awkward As Hell. One of the other PCs has a crush on the ex now.
One of the PC discovered that they are from a hag-cursed family. It's Not Going Well.
One of the PCs drunk-dialed their deity. I have had to come up with a deity drunk-dialing mechanic just in case this happens again.
They narrowly escaped assassins that were sent after one of the PCs (three PCs nearly died!).
And so much more!
So, yeah, it's definitely been A Week.
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I think the best part of finishing Burrow's End is the moment about six or so hours later, where you're chilling in the shower or in the middle of dinner, and you suddenly realize that the tape—you know, that tape—wasn't all five of the Firsts dog-piling and murdering Dr. Winnebago, but literally just Phoebe. And just that one stoat was enough to cause the carnage the kids found in the store room and turn the doctor into a Meat Dave when she didn't even know how to speak human yet.
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