San Cidolfus
Mystagogue
There I was, my entire collection of D&D stuff jammed into my Groo backpack, leaning dejectedly against my parachute-pant clad legs.
I was just about to invite the both of you to come hang out, eat pizza, watch The Evil Dead & The Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn, and possibly get you to create some characters so that I could get to DM you through Ravenloft.
I was even going to introduce you to the "pretty in a scary way" girl who dyed her hair black, wears nothing but black clothes, black lipstick and nail polish & is in the Drama Club & whom I've been dating for almost three weeks now.
Reaver, there is an eerie similarity between your tongue-in-cheek social commentary and a life that I left behind. I can't decide whether I'm uncomfortable or nostalgic. Perhaps both.
Dark Lord