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You can get away with it while having some downtime in a village. The bard is making coin in the tavern and the barbarian is drinking in the same place, the priest visits the local chapel, the warlock looks to spend some coin on magic baubles, etc. This also increases the creativity in which you can give your players their next quest.

But once you’re out adventuring on that quest, you’re a goddamn party. If you don’t want to be a party, then go home and play a single player game.

Edit: I have had good DMs separate the party themselves though, but we always spend it trying to find each other again.

Lol! Well, you’re probably not wrong.

Yeah, its just a blast of feelings, hard to describe. Shooting stars can usually do it to me. Whether they’re in a game or in real life.

I used to sit in old WoW waaaay back in the day and watch the shooting stars in Arathi Highlands. That and Winterspring were my favorite areas.

Sorry that this is off-topic… but your avatar hit me in the feels. I can’t explain fully. When I first became aware as a kid in school, like… first conscious memorized thoughts, I was staring at the Netscape Navigator loading animation. Now every time I see it there’s this feeling. Like super nostalgic serotonin and dopamine running through my veins.

Such a small thing, but I almost cry every time I see it.

Thanks for this. Its been quite a while since I’ve played, so I was going off of fuzzy memory. I do still have all the books, but haven’t opened them in a long time.

That’s exactly it. You choose what you want your character to do and be within the GM’s world type. Then you have one or two sessions really setting everything up for world, characters, story, progression, etc. After that you’re done with the hard part. Heck, even the GM is done with it. They may need to reference material occasionally, but the game almost plays itself.

It’s much, much more casual and focuses more on story and narrative. Its like if Choose Your Own Adventure was a game, the rolls only being there to add flavor and excitement to your adventures.

You should check out GURPS. Its a simpler system with universal campaigns (modern, fantasy, mech, dimension hopping, steampunk). The system is super easy. You start with 100 points to make your character. You can spend them on stats, skills, spells, and perks. You can even gain more points by taking quirks.

You roll 3d6 for everything. Your goal is to get under your skill number. Fireball of 13 needs to roll under 13. If its raining or something, your GM can choose to put a -4 on that. So now you need to roll under 9. Just simple addition and subtraction, but it works really well.

D&D players aren’t satanists. They’re much worse. They’re math addicts.

I feel that. My feral stray came to me when I was living with friends. We had a falling out and they wouldn’t let me take her. It was their place, so I had no say. A couple years later I was visiting my favorite local shelter to play with the cats there and I saw her.

I was so mad. She remembered me and it broke my heart that I could not take her with me at that time, as I had maxed out my cat allowance with my landlord. They didn’t even have the decency to tell me. Their cats were not there, so I know they just threw her away and I was livid. I guess they at least had the decency to take her to the shelter…

I lucked out on my feral cat (rest in peace, Midna). She was a kitten I found living in the apartment trash heap. Definitely not owned, as she was much MUCH too young to be an outside cat. I was outside sitting in the driveway humming “Scarborough Fair” and I heard the tiniest mewling as she ran up to me.

All my other cats have been shelter cats. I had a foster kitten that was so sick I could not take my eye off him and he needed antibiotics for most of his kitten life, so I kept him. I’d perch him on my shoulder and do everything with him there. My dad took him in when I had to move and it was adorable seeing him fully grown and draped around his shoulders all day. When he got sick again, my step mom called me and gushed at how good he was about taking his medicine.

But he was a hugger. A full on baby in full grown form and he would velcro to you if you picked him up and want you to hold him for HOURS. And it hurt sometimes. A cat claw in your nipple is not fun and he liked to give free piercings.

Before you own cats: “Oh no, cat claws are scary!”

After you own cats: “Yes, this is day 4 of my baby giving me clawed arm hugs and gnawing on my fingers. Yes, I know I’m bleeding.”