Brave Little Hitachi Wand

I had something like that with my last group. I was the guy who was always playing someone crazy to die for some reason or another, but when it came my time to DM I’d do way too much worldbuilding and make everything insane and lore driven. I still haven’t found a new group after moving far away, I miss it.

I would understand the concomitant urge to act like you’re an Indestructible Demigod of Finding Out, but the wisdom of my years are telling me that you need to maybe have a heart to heart with the DM, and explain how the stakes don’t feel real if you’re always one bad roll away from a Deus Ex Machina. Tell them that they should feel free to let fate take its toll, that you accept the risk, and that you will do your level best to have any accidental deaths mean something and contribute to the story.

Me at the table: fuck the challenge rating, let’s do this shit!

… I’m not dead? Well that was boring.

When a cat and I both pretend to be too cool to notice each other but also walk in the same direction for a while. Happened ages ago, still riding that high.

He’s just a gross old fuckboy