@rmachinations.bsky.social
The DM blinks. Flips through the binder. “Uh… thousand gold?” They had enough.
“Cool. We’ll buy a boat… and just sail away.”
Twenty seconds of silence. Then, without a word, he picks up that giant binder — months of worldbuilding — and drops the whole thing in the trash.
“Cool. We’ll buy a boat… and just sail away.”
Twenty seconds of silence. Then, without a word, he picks up that giant binder — months of worldbuilding — and drops the whole thing in the trash.
August 14, 2025 at 10:19 PM
The DM blinks. Flips through the binder. “Uh… thousand gold?” They had enough.
“Cool. We’ll buy a boat… and just sail away.”
Twenty seconds of silence. Then, without a word, he picks up that giant binder — months of worldbuilding — and drops the whole thing in the trash.
“Cool. We’ll buy a boat… and just sail away.”
Twenty seconds of silence. Then, without a word, he picks up that giant binder — months of worldbuilding — and drops the whole thing in the trash.
Halfway through the campaign, the party had to choose: join the rebellion or help the king crush it. No right or wrong, but you had to decide. The table just spins its wheels. Everyone’s talking, nobody’s agreeing. Then someone says, “How much is a boat?”
August 14, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Halfway through the campaign, the party had to choose: join the rebellion or help the king crush it. No right or wrong, but you had to decide. The table just spins its wheels. Everyone’s talking, nobody’s agreeing. Then someone says, “How much is a boat?”