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i need to play dnd i need to play dnd i went to the doctor and they prescribed me 100000 billion hours of play pretend with my friends ASAP or i will unfortunately turn into dust forever
#i have dnd on tuesday but i need to be a player so bad i havent been a player since a oneshot in may and it was so so fun#i havent been in a campaign as a player since last july?? maybe#i am climbing the walls i just spent the last hour writing out a character concept doesnt everyone want to hear about it right this second#dnd#dungeons and dragons#dont get me wrong i love dming but its a Different Activity and i want the playing activity right now
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life’s been either monotonous or painful. i keep trying to focus on other shit but everyone i know fucking flakes or drains me.
i haven’t played dungeons and dragons in a fucking MONTH. every week i get my stuff all ready and plot everything out and try and expect what each player will do, and every week someone isn’t there. it’s usually not their fault and it’s not like i blame them but it’s my favorite thing and everyone else just doesn’t care that much. i want more players and better players, but every other player at the school is in a party and also probably actually homophobic or something. every party has at least one person who gave me shit as a kid or even recently and i’m not letting them ruin something i enjoy or get close to my party.
i just sleep through everything. i woke up at 3 today because mom called me to remind me i have dnd after school. or not but whatever. i’m just casually fucking miserable. i may have good times but i sure do have a lot of bad times.
did i post about how i kinda told my parents that my friend breakup with sugar was more than that? it was hard but it really explained a lot to them. i covered the basics but i don’t like talking to straight people about the nuances of gay relationships. you can’t just get into them a lot of the time and they never get that.
everyone around me is suffering and i can’t stop it. im just as upset as they are.
every week is just counting days.
monday- band practice with punk band
tuesday- dnd if anyone can ever fucking show up
wednesday- band practice with metal band
thursday- therapy
i wanna get away from this. i don’t even know what this is. i just need to leave and stay gone for a while.
i’m thinking about saving up to buy a trailer to get out as soon as fucking possible. i don’t think i’d fare well in an apartment and god knows the housing market wants us all dead. just somewhere i can sleep and put my instruments and comic books. somewhere i can invite the kiddos when they need to get away from their homes. somewhere i can make my own from the ground up with all my little collections of things and stupid posters. hell i’d even paint a dnd battle grid onto the kitchen table so i can run campaigns with less set up.
i sound like a goddamn hobbit but wouldn’t it be nice to have a little hole in the ground to come home to surrounded by gardens? with the occasional bout of relaxed partying and getting stoned in the middle. trade little gifts and dance around constantly. i wanna live in the fuckin shire. jesus christ. writing this shit out i’m worse than i thought.
i know i’d have to keep a lot of my stuff in storage. i may be a cave dwelling creature but my cave is fucking STUFFED. a lot of books, guitars, hobby related shit, stupid trinkets, hoards of blankets, all that.
there is some stuff i’m snatching from my parents. they have a nice coffee machine that they don’t use, too many fucking mugs, and vinyls dad won’t notice are missing for a little bit. plus i’ve been snatching pairs of pliers out of the garage as a form of psychological revenge, so i’ll probably have a whole box of them by then.
i’m worried that my cat won’t like it. i’ll try and put in a lot of things he can scratch at and give him sole high up places to look down upon me from but he’s one prissy bastard. well not really but he’s a lot like me. he’s picky and acts like someone who’s autistic. he likes to be up high and to have things that make noises. he picks fights he can’t win and sleeps through anything my that bores him. so the place i’m constructing in my head is an incredible fit for me, but i’m not sure if that’ll be good for him too.
i just did way too much research and what i want is in the 30-40k range, 200-400 monthly.
it’s not great but not too fuckin bad if it means getting out
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Roll for Romance - Johnica Week Day 4
A/N: Written for @eileen-crys Johnica Week and the Prompt: Party (and Alternative Universe) Disclaimer: I usually don't Play DnD but Pathfinder and never in english so it might not be super accurate but I tried.
Can also be read on A03.
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Veronica opened the door to the common room, balancing her bottle and the extra books that hadn’t fit into her bag anymore in her arms. She was already late and felt awful about it but the lesson had dragged on for longer than she expected and until she had found her way to the common room where the meeting for the Book Club, she was way too late.
As she rushed into the room, she wasn’t faced with a group of people discussing books but instead five guys sitting around a table decked out with papers and pens, a screen of some kind of screen separating a part of the table from the rest. Veronica stopped dead in her tracks. Her bottle finally won the battle against her and dropped to the ground.
“Ah, sh- Um, sorry, I thought the book club was meeting today?”
She stopped the bottle from rolling away with her foot, clutching her books to her chest.
The guys couldn’t be any more mismatched. One of them was dressed more fitting for some nightclub or fashion show than a common room in an university. His dark hair was framing his face, the eyes standing out thanks to a generous amount of kohl accentuating them. Another one of them was dressed somewhat similar but yet not at all because he looked like the complete opposite of the first guy with his blond hair and bright blue eyes. The other three were all dressed more “normal”, even if the guy with the brown hair was wearing a knitted sweater vest which was not something she would have thought to see anyone wearing at this age and day. The last two guys had dark hair, one long and curly, the other short and straight, neatly combed.
Veronica couldn’t even guess what they were doing here.
“Yes, originally, but Mary Austin asked us if she could have Tuesdays instead of Fridays, so we swapped days. So it’s the same time, just a different day.”
She stopped for a moment, mentally going through her schedule and grimaced when she realized she wouldn’t be able to attend any meetings because she would be in class then. Veronica sighed and blew a strand of hair out her face.
“Alright, sorry, I’ll be off then. Thank you.”
The next bus that drove into the direction of her apartment was coming in an hour. She could find something to do in this hour, though. There was always something to do after all.
“Oh, don’t let us chase us away!” The guy with the long black hair said. “Sit down and get comfortable if you want to.”
The university had many common rooms all over campus so she could find another one to do whatever she was going to do to pass the hour but the room was big enough for them and her without getting in each other way, even if it wasn’t the biggest common room around. She nodded thankfully and finally got rid of the things in her hands by putting them down on one of the two other tables. The curly haired guy got up and picked up her water bottle, holding out for her.
“Thank you.”
She settled down at the table, rummaging through her stuff to find her notebook, searching for something to do to pass the time. The year had just started a week ago and there were no essays to write yet, no presentations to prepare just now and so she was stuck with flipping through her textbooks.
It wasn’t really interesting nor what she had hoped to do with her day. Still, it was way better than wandering around campus without having anything to do.
The guys were going back to whatever they were doing, papers rustling and pens scratching, pages being flipped. She wished she had brought her headphones but they were most likely still lying on her bedside table. They weren’t loud at all but she felt as if she was intruding something despite having every reason being here.
“So, I was thinking about a druid.”
“Again?”
Somebody laughed then and more joined in and Veronica looked up shortly. The guy with the short black hair was shaking his head but also smiling as he grabbed a book, opening it on a marked page.
“Okay, druid it is. Which race? And keep in mind, we’re doing a pretty combat heavy campaign. Just for your background and all.”
She still had no idea what they were talking about. The brown haired guy had noticed her staring. He was smiling, though, and Veronica blushed, quickly looking away.
Her mother had always told her staring was rude and she should never do it. Manners had always been the most important thing to her and Veronica had grown up with her breathing down her neck to make sure she was the proper and polite daughter she had always wanted. Even now, after moving out and starting her own life in London, her mother’s words rang after her and she found herself correcting her behaviour to please her mother despite her not being here.
“-because I’m always the one who has to do heavy hitting! The only one! Because you guys alway want to play rogues and mages and shit.” The blond one complained. “Maybe I want to play a mage for once!”
“Do you want to play a mage?” The guy with the long black hair asked, propping his elbows onto the table and resting his chin on his hands.
“Fuck no!”
“Why do you complain about it, then?” Curly haired guy asked.
Veronica had been re-reading the same page for a while now, too distracted by the guys and intrigued by what they were doing.
“Hey, do you want to play, too?”
It was the brown haired guy who called over to her. It had caught the other guys’ attention, too, and they looked back and forth between them.
“I have no idea what you are doing.” She admitted.
“Dungeons and Dragons.” All of them answered, the words quickly becoming a jumble of sounds but it was somehow still clear enough for her to understand what they were saying.
She had a vague idea what that was, only from some throw-away mentions from TV or some people she had been hanging out with but she had no real knowledge about it. She told them as much. What followed was an explanation- admittedly, a bad one because everyone starting talking all over each other and kept interrupting- but Veronica got a better idea of what it actually was. Not a good one but it was something.
“We could always need another player. If you want to, you can try it.”
Veronica looked back to her textbook. She hadn’t comprehended anything from the page- hadn’t even tried to if she was being honest- sighed, then closed it and got up. They made enough space for another chair and cleared off a little bit of the table.
“I’m Jim, by the way.” Short, straight black haired guy introduced himself. “And those are Freddie, Roger, Brian and John.”
“My name’s Veronica.”
As it turned out, Dungeons and Dragons- or DnD as they kept calling it- was way more complicated than she ever thought it would be. Her head was spinning with all these options for races and classes and many other things Jim was explaining to her now.
“It’s alright if you don’t understand everything just yet. You’ll get there with time.” Freddie assured her.
Veronica didn’t even know if she was going to take the time she might need to understand everything. She hadn’t anticipated this at all. Her day had started out with her firmly believing she was going to joining a book club, not doing this. She had planned on joining some kind of club at university because it would help her making friends with people with similar interests outside of her classes. But since she couldn’t join the book club now, she might as well find something new. If this new thing in question was this, she didn’t know yet. It might as well be.
“Okay, easy thing first: Which race do you want?”
“Uh, elf maybe?”
Jim flipped through a book- the rulebook, she was told- and when he found what he had been looking for, he pushed it towards her. She read over the part he pointed out to her which explained to her how elves worked in this.
“There are also half elves, just on the other page.”
She hummed absently, already busy reading. Jim seemed to be happy with that and went back to talk to Freddie about his character idea. It helped a little bit so Veronica understood somewhat more and afterwards she read the text about half elves, too and decided she liked them way more. Jim was still busy with Freddie and she waited awkwardly, holding the book open at the page.
“Did you pick something?”
John had noticed her looking like she didn’t have a clue what she was supposed to do now. It wasn’t far off from the truth, honestly. She felt kind of lost in the midsts of all this. There was just so many things and Veronica had no idea where to even begin.
“Yeah, half elf?”
It sounded more like a question, her voice trailing up at the end and she searched for any sign that she was doing something wrong.
“Alright, solid choice, do you need help with the classes?” He asked.
“Yes, please.”
John chuckled lowly and tugged on the book so she would let it go and turned a few pages.
“Do you want something that’s more combat, heavy-hitting, or more range or maybe magic?”
She looked at him helplessly, shrugging and John smiled and nodded. Veronica chuckled, feeling somewhat embarrassed. It was stupid because she knew nothing about DnD so of course she had no idea about anything, really. There was nothing to be embarrassed about because why should she know stuff about something she never dabbled in?
He didn’t seem to hold it against her- because there was nothing to hold against her, she told herself- and started explaining the classes to her. She tried following it all but it was a lot. Thankfully, he didn’t mind when she asked question after question, willing to explain things several times. He really went into the details, spelling out the pros and cons of all classes for her.
“I guess I’m playing a fighter. Someone has to be able to do some damage.” Roger said, shrugging. “Hey, Deaks, pass the rulebook real quick, I want to check something.”
John rolled his eyes but did as he was asked.
“I can play a damage class.” Veronica said.
She kind of sold herself to joining this group. This game sounded like fun and Fridays were the only days she really had time for any clubs activities. The university had many clubs and she had chosen the book club because the timing had just been too good to pass up. She adored reading and doing so with other people and exchanging thoughts sounded like fun to her. This wasn’t reading and she didn’t understand this at all yet but it had something that intrigued her.
Roger grinned at her.
“Oh, look, someone who wants the party to survive for once! I like her already, you all can suck it. Veronica is my best friend for this campaign now.”
Freddie and Brian rolled their eyes at the blond but in a fond way, giving themselves away with their smiles. Jim was looking like someone who was used to this whole spiel and happy yet looking already done. She had no idea what the correct reaction to this was so she just smiled at Roger and then turned back to John.
“I guess, I’m a damage class then?”
“Rog, give back the book, we have to talk damage classes!”
Roger laughed and winked at Veronica, making her laugh, and gave back the rulebook. John flicked at his nose, missing by a mile but the blond waggled his eyebrows and blew him a kiss which only made John chuckle lowly as he shook his head.
“But only because it’s for Veronica!”
In the end, she went with a cleric of the light domain. There had been so many things to choose from- domains, armor, weapons and all these little extras- it made her head spin. All of them helped her, giving her tips on what she should choose but leaving the ultimate decision up to her, even if it was something they wouldn’t suggest her to choose. Afterwards, she listened to the others creating their characters.
Brian was playing as an elf druid with a badger companion Nobody seemed surprised by that- in fact, Jim said it before Brian could and the curly haired man blushed before clearing his voice and agreeing, continuing on as if nobody had said anything.
They must be friends for a while already, Veronica assumed.
John made a human artificer and it was only thanks to Jim passing her the rulebook to read that she understood what John was saying. She understood what fighters, rogues and rangers and all these things were- she wasn’t stupid and read a lot of fantasy books- and it wasn’t too hard to get the gist of some more specific classes but she had never heard of an artificer before.
Freddie’s character was a tiefling bard which seemed fitting for what she had gotten from Freddie’s personality so far. He obviously had put a lot of thought into his character’s looks, too, going on for a while to describe the exact shape his horns had. It was somewhat adorable, seeing how excited he was as he gestured wildly.
Roger played as a dwarf fighter because- in his words- it was the best combination of all and he had expected to be the only heavy hitter on the group. He did shoot her a thankful look, though before going fully into the description of his character.
Jim, who was their DM as it looked like, then told them about the setting of their game and it was then that Veronica knew she wouldn’t miss the book club all that much. By the time Jim was giving out sheets so they could build their characters backgrounds, hours had passed and she hadn’t even really noticed.
After this, they rolled their stats which were explained to her in detail and Jim helped her where to put what stat where. She didn’t quite get what the numbers meant exactly just yet but she was assured she would with time. There was a lot of more maths and adding numbers to the character sheet they had gotten.
“We’ll meet again next week for the first actual game but please tell me about your backgrounds at least on the day before. Veronica, can I add you to the group chat?”
She gave him her number and was quickly added to a group chat with the other guys. She saved the numbers into her phone and so did they.
“I can send you some links that explain things, if you want me to.” Jim offered as they packed their things together.
“That would be useful, thank you.”
Jim smiled at her and Veronica smiled back. They said their goodbyes and she gathered her things again, carefully putting her papers between the pages of one of her textbooks so they didn’t get crumbled.
Freddie, Jim and John left in the same direction as her and they kept an easy stream of chatter between them. Veronica couldn’t help but smile as she listened to them, occasionally joining in with her own short remarks. Freddie hugged her when they had to part ways, Jim and John waved after her.
She didn’t even mind having to wait another twenty minutes for her bus.
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“Make a persuasion check.”
Roger groaned but grabbed his die, shaking them in his hands before letting it roll. Veronica watched with one hand clamped over her mouth, her face hurting from laughter. Freddie wasn’t fairing much better as it looked like, his shoulders shaking with mirth. They exchanged a look, both of them breaking into a new fit of laughter that infected Brian and John, too.
“Uh, 13?” Roger said. “Is that enough?”
He shot them a quick look, desperately trying to keep it stern but it only lasted about a second before he started laughing, too. Jim was the only one who was halfways composed but he was also giggling as he went through his notes.
“Alright, then.” He said, clearing his throat and slipping back into his DM voice. “The guard looks kind of weirded out by you, eyeing you up and down, but eventually nods and lets you all pass.”
Jim then launched into a description of the town and Veronica quickly composed herself and made some notes of things she thought might be important.
John, who was sitting next to her, opened a new bottle of water and when he noticed her looking, he offered it to her first.
“Thank you.” She murmured, not wanting to interrupt the DM and took the offered bottle.
“You’re welcome.”
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Roger, Brian and John were waiting in front of the lecture hall and Veronica smiled when she saw them, squeezing past other students.
“Hey, Veronica! How was class?” Roger greeted her, pulling her into a half hug.
She hugged Brian, too, having to go on her tiptoes to be able to wrap her arms around his neck and then she hugged John. It might just be her imagination but she thought maybe the hug lingered just a little bit longer than usual.
“It was nice. A bit boring.”
They had planned to take advantage of the good weather, holding this week’s session outside in a little secluded seating area. It was probably a stupid idea and they all knew it but the idea had come up and they kept joking about it and now they were doing it.
It proved to be an awful idea because it was windy and the table was way smaller than they thought it would be and they basically were sitting squished together. Nobody could sit next to Jim- for obvious reasons- so they only had one measly bench to sit on.
John’s thigh was pressed up against hers and she could feel the warmth of his skin seep through the fabric of her skirt. She couldn’t move without brushing up against him. It made her blush madly and she just hoped it could be played off as coming from all the laughing.
Veronica had no idea when this little crush had started but it was a thing now and she didn’t know what she was supposed to do with it now. Sure, John was nice to her but he seemed like the guy who was nice to everyone. She wasn’t special in this regard. She wasn’t special at all, in fact.
There was absolutely no reason for him to like her in any other way than a platonic one. Which was fine. She could live with that. Maybe. If John would just stop moving and knocking their arms together. It wasn’t his fault and Veronica felt bad about getting a little bit frustrated with him because he wasn’t even doing anything.
“I’ll cast fireball against the owlbear.” She said when it was her turn in combat.
John gave her a thankful smile as his character had been quite knocked around by the monster which was now distracted by Veronica’s character. She smiled back, ignoring the way her heart fluttered.
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Veronica had no idea what time it was, she only knew it was late and she was tired. They had assembled at Freddie’s and Jim’s apartment, sitting on the floor around the new battle map Jim had bought for a weekend full of dungeon crawling.
She couldn’t feel her left leg below the knee. It had fallen asleep about an hour ago and by now she really didn’t want to stand up, dreading the inevitable pins and needles that would bring.
Roger yawned loudly, almost knocking into Veronica as he did so. Jim followed, then Brian and John and then all of them were yawning.
Veronica slumped a little bit, closing her eyes for just a moment while Freddie charmed his way into the hearts of the noblemen. John’s shoulder proved to be a pretty comfortable pillow for her head.
“Ronnie, hey, we’re done for today.”
She flinched, sitting upright suddenly and groaned at the stiffness in her neck. Blinking blearily, she looked up at John.
“Did I fall asleep?”
“A little bit.”
A blush rose on her cheeks and she rubbed her neck, awkwardly clearing her throat. John smiled at her. He got up with a low groan and held out a hand to help her up. Her leg didn’t appreciate it and she winced, pinching her calf and immediately regretting it. She hissed and squeezed John’s hand.
“You okay?”
She nodded and let go of him with an apologetic smile, carefully stepping over the miniatures and the battle map. She stretched, frowning when her spine popped loudly.
“Oh, I heard that.” Freddie said, face contorted in empathy.
Veronica laughed quietly as she squatted down again to help cleaning up the room, grabbing the empty chip bags and used cups and brought them into the kitchen. John followed not long afterwards, carrying several plates.
“Where’s the dishwasher?” She asked him.
“They have none. Just put it in the sink for now. We’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
The idea didn’t really appear to her, she would rather take care of it now but she also didn’t want to do dishes now at all. So she only nodded and put the cups into the sink and threw the bags in the trash. Brushing off some crumbs from her shirt, she checked the clock. Just past three in the morning. She groaned.
“Ronnie, you get the sofa!” Jim yelled from the living room.
“Thanks! Appreciate it!”
She could faintly hear Roger mock-complaining about her being favoritized and she rolled her eyes, barely suppressing a grin.
“I’m glad you could make it.” John said.
He wasn’t directly looking at her, rummaging through the fridge instead but he glanced at her quickly.
“So am I!” She admitted.
There had been so many essay deadlines and presentations she had to deliver in the past week and Veronica hadn’t been sure if she could come. Honestly, there was still a lot of things to do but she decided she deserved a break.
“We probably would have died without you.”
She chuckled and knocked their shoulders together.
“You would have.”
“We are very cocky today, aren’t we?” John gasped, his wide grin betraying his hurt and betrayed voice.
Veronica bit her lip, unable to not smile back at him and then shook her head slightly. She also didn’t know where this suddenly came from. John was chuckling and pulled out two cups of yoghurt from wherever they had been hidden inside the fridge.
“Late night snack?” He asked.
“Yes, always. I get the spoons, you hide the food from Rog.”
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“I can’t buy them.”
She stared at the dice displayed in front of her. They were beautiful, yellow with white in a marble effect and Veronica really wanted them.
“Why not?” John asked, effortlessly looking over her shoulder.
“I didn’t came here to buy anything.”
That was true. John had asked her if she wanted to go to the comic book store. He said he needed a certain color for a new miniature he was painting and she hadn’t seen any reason to not come along.
“Just because you didn’t plan to buy anything doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to buy anything.”
Veronica turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder. He looked amused, a grin tugging on the corner of his mouth. She looked back to the dice and bit her lip.
“I already have a pair of dice.”
She did. Right after the first playing session, she had ordered the dice she needed. It was a simple pair, just simple black dice and they were nice but they weren’t pretty like those were.
“Yeah, and? Have you seen Freddie’s dice bag? He has so many dice! Probably more than any of us combined. Brian has quite the collection, too.”
He wasn’t wrong. Freddie had a huge bag that was filled with dice of all kinds of colors. He had borrowed her some until she had bought her own. She shrugged.
“I don’t need them, though.”
“But you want them.”
Veronica made a frustrated sound. She did want them. They were pretty. But she didn’t need them. John sighed, then chuckled and reached around her to grab the dice.
“If you won’t buy them, I’ll buy them for you.”
She grabbed his arm quickly and held it tightly, eyes wide as he shook her head.
“No! I can’t let you do that. I don’t need them, I’m fine.”
John leaned in a little bit, smiling at her before he let his head fall against her shoulder and sighed.
“Buy the dice, Ronnie. If they make you happy, buy them. Or let me buy them for you.”
He quickly straightened up again, easily pried her fingers from his wrist and pushed the dice into her hand. She contemplated it for a long moment, then sighed and nodded.
“Fine, I’ll buy them.” She grumbled.
His grin was wide and he squeezed her shoulder. Veronica blushed and clutched the bag of dice in her hand as she followed John to where the paints were displayed.
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Veronica straightened out her skirt and fussed over her hair for a moment before grabbing her purse and rushed downstairs.
John’s car was already parked in front of her apartment and he was standing next to it, dressed in a nice shirt and pair of pants. Veronica’s heart sped up a little bit. She smiled, blushing when he returned the smile.
“You look very pretty.”
Her cheeks felt hot already and she absently brushed over the fabric of her skirt. He had surprised her when he had asked her for a date after one of their play sessions. It had been embarrassing how long it had taken her to form an answer but John hadn’t seemed to mind much. His face had been bright red but the relieved smile when she had said yes had been adorable.
“You look good, too.” She said, gently fixing his collar.
John drove them to a small but nice restaurant, holding open doors for her and asked before he took her hand. The food was good and she had worried they wouldn’t have anything to talk about but that wasn’t the case. They were chatting the whole evening and Veronica didn’t want it to end. John seemed to feel the same, drawing it out and only asking for the bill only when he really couldn’t hold it off anymore.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” She asked.
“Yes, please!”
There was a park not far from the restaurant and John took her hand again- asking for permission again- and they walked along the pavel paveway. Veronica listened to him ramble about his latest engineering projects and it was fascinating even if she didn’t really know how most of it worked. John probably didn’t understand much about her curriculum classes but he listened anyway and asked questions nonetheless.
At some point, they could not make any pretenses anymore and had to go back to the car to drive home again.
“I’d really enjoyed this evening.” Veronica said.
“Me too. Can- May I take you out again?”
She nodded, bit her lip and tucked her hair behind her ear. Would John try and kiss her? She would like that, she thought.
He didn’t kiss her, instead he got out of the car to open her car door and help her getting out. He did press a chaste, almost fleeting kiss to her cheek after bringing her to the apartment door.
“Thank you for the nice evening.” He mumbled, a dark blush spreading over his cheekbones.
She chuckled, ducking her head slightly and squeezed his hand, their fingers still laced together.
“No, thank you. See you tomorrow for the game?”
“Wouldn’t dare to miss it.”
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Log 0021, 5:26am, 7-22-2019
Thursday, the 4thof July, I ran a one shot. It was fucking hilarious. My player did a whole bunch of stupid shit. I loved it, it was great. One of my players in the one shot, Ranger, swam up a giant squid’s ass. Then a nether one of my players joined him. Then Ranger casted spike growth in this squid’s ass, all most killing it. Ranger also shot a nether player, Shaggy, who was running away in the ass with a harpoon gun. That game was great. Nymph didn’t do much, but she looked like she was having fun.
Also last Thursday, the 11th, I was hanging outside the shop, cuss the game hadn’t started yet. And eyebrows ask if I wanted to walk with him to burger king, I was like sure, cuss half of the other players are over there anyway. It was interesting to say the least watching him interact with others. He really seems less awkward talking to anyone other than me. Like, goddamn, I’m a dude not a snake, probably. It was funny the entire time he’s trying not to make it awkward, but that’s what’s making it awkward. He’s a weird dude. Wish, I wasn’t in to weird dudes, But here we are. idk why he
In lash’s campaign, last Thursday, the 11th, I got to water ski butt ass naked, without any equipment, while singing opera, then after I was done and climbed back on ship one of the other players told me to roll dex, and I did with a 13, needed a 16 IE, I didn’t save, this dude cast levitate on me, so I was now and parasailing butt ass naked, without any equipment. I’m a 7 and a half foot tall male half orc, this is not what any of the party wanted to see, I may be a pretty half orc, but I’m still a lightly fuzzy man. One of the other Pcs was like hell no and punched the wizard so he’d has to do a concentration check, the wizard it a bad bitch and has that good ac play shield as a reaction and the minotaur didn’t hit, so the minotaur rages dose again, hits dose enough damage the wizard saves on his concentration check, but’s like fuck you moves levitate to the minotaur, I fall in to the water gracefully as fuck mate cuss I gut expertise in that acrobatics, I mean it only a +4 cuss I have no dex but, like. We also got a new player! She’s very nice, I’m glad she joined are table.
The last few days have feel been long… So, so, long… Gods, I don’t want to type about it, but I need to. Monday, the 15th of July, I got two new players, a marred couple. At first everything was cool. They did mention getting kicked out of a few other games, but that seemed nice enough. I was running a one shot instead of the regular campaign, cuss I didn’t think most of my players would show, though most did, actually. And I just wanted to run this one shot again. It all went well, invited the new players to the shops discord, as is standard. The new players, and some of the other non-regulars, are saying in the chat how much fun they had, how I was a great Dm, shit like that. I just thought they were sucking up to me, the DM, for cooler stuff. & I got a private message from the chick about hanging out sometime, it was a bit odd, but not setting off too many flags, & I was like yeah sounds cool, and we scheduled something for next Friday. They just seem really friendly, and happy to be in a game.
Then, Tuesday, the 16th, as I was walking out the door to go to paint jam, I checked the shops discord, and several people were talking about how they had a lot of fun Monday, so, I was like I’m going to be at the shop so if a few of you show up, I’ll run a one off. Three players showed the couple, and one of my regulars who played with them in the past. They all wanted to keep the characters from the Monday one shot, so I just made the one off their session zero, like how they got to the main campaign. Everything went well, they at one point mention that they’re poly, polysexual or polyamorous I don’t know, so nothing too weird, we finish. They leave, & few minutes after their in the chat, with the regular, about how awesome the game was. I get a few private messages from the chick, there friendly, nothing too odd. And, I get a couple from the guy. He’s like me and wivey are loving the game, I send back some gladly shit like I do, then he sends something like going ask some weird questions, I was like ok, thinking it had to do with the campaign, and he ask if I was see anyone, not too weird, I’ve been asked this several times by many people for no real reason, and he also wanted to make sure their flirting wasn’t making me uncomfortable, I was like, not at all have I thought it funny, cuss I thought he meant with each other. Then hes then he was like they’re fond of me, his wife a bit more than him, and asked if it was cool for them to continue flirting with me, and for me to flirt back, to me at the time they didn’t seem to be acting that odd like though it was joke flirting, so I was like yea sure, then he sent back a cool because you’re cute, I just replied with the stuck out tongue winking eye emoji as discord calls it, still thinking it was just like jokes and shit, he sent back glad we’re on the same page. They seem abit overly, friendly.
Wednesday, the 17th, I woke up checked discord like I do sometimes; the chick invited everyone to the discord to their place, and I knew the people going some of my regulars, and Presh, I thought it would be ok, cuss there were people I know there, really shouldn’t have but I said, sure I’ll go. Couple hours later, being nagged, some by the chick, it was annoying, but didn’t seem bad. Then I got there, a bit earlier than everyone else, the chick hugged me, don’t like being touched without knowing someone a while, I mean really don’t. She didn’t know that. The rest of the day was fine, it was fun. Everything was ok, I ran dnd, it went well. The night came to a close, I ended up being the last person there, I called my ride, cuss I really didn’t want to be there anymore, and she didn’t pick up. I should have lied and did some billshitery to get out of there, like said to the voice mail oh cool see you in a few, I’ll meant you at the gate, then said my ride is close by and I want to walk back or something. They had offered me a ride back to my place, I shouldn’t have fucking taken it, ie see billshitery, but I’m an idiot and wanted to get away from them. On the ride back they were way too friendly, like way too friendly. Oh you live close, if you ever need a ride just messages us, come over whenever you feel like. When we got to my place, the chick got out to hug me again. Then more messages about how much fun the game was, blab la bla. At this point I was starting to get that the flirting wasn’t a joke, and I was getting creeped out.
Thursday, the 18th, I got some more messages from them, in the main discord the chick was talking about how she had a dream about my one shot, she also private messaged me about it, the dude private messaged me about how he had been staring at me the night previous, and that I was neat. I didn’t answer there was a table doing a one shot and they had mention in main chat about wanting to go., they didn’t, thank you gods. I asked all the DMs what I should do about it, they were all like just tell them to stop, that’s not cool, and variations of. I told some of my female friend, Nymph, Presh, Queen, as well as Paint Master. Nymph was like yeah that creep and not cool, Preah was like yeah it weird tell to stop they can move to my table, Paint Master said if I wanted he’d come on Mondays and stand behind me with a baseball bat full of nails, Queen was like yeah that not right and had me talk to one of the people at the shop who helped me write a massage to them.
Then I sent to both of them, the dude reposed in less than a minute with some dushy shit. The next day the chick was like i don’t know what you mean then and hour later was like huby clued me in, we’re not going to play there anymore for your comfort, then they left the chop discord. I didn’t respond to any anything, I don’t know how the other players who knew them are going to react, if there going to hate me and want to move tables or what. But gods this whole thing has be awful…
After this, I relied, I really don’t have a problem with Presh, she’s a little annoying, but she’s amazing when compared to this shit.
Tuesday, the 16th, I tried to get collige stuff in order, it not working out well. it stressing me out so fucking badly.
Wednesday, the 17th, be for that shit, I did watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail, with my little bro, it was fab. I wish I had watched it earlier.
Thursday, the 18th, in Lash’s campaign I dint do much but I did get a new pair of boots and purchased 110 pastries. Plus I made the minotaur angry, by betting on the other lady minotaur, & maybe casting healing word on said other minotaur. Haha. I’m going to die, he’s going to kill my poor Danny.
Saturday, the 20th, I did Landry. Then went to karaoke with Presh, it was fun. There was Presh, one of her friend that I knew, one of her friends that I didn’t, one of her players who I met Thursday, plus her parents. It was so fucking weird. I sang “The Ballad of Mona Lisa” & “Write Sins Not Tragedies” by panic at the fucking disco. A drunk woman said I had potential, which was nice; though, I’m not super inclined to believe it. It was so embarrassing, says the person who knew full well it was going to be. It was fun though, I’ll most likely be doing it again. I got to act a fool & I got to talk about DND too, which I just love.
Today, the 21, I was supposed to go volunteer with the rabbit rescue, but I fucking slept all day which kinda sucks… I hate how this keeps happening, two weeks ago I was too depressed to get out of bed so I didn’t go, then it was that fucking hurricane, and now I just sleep throe it.
Paint Master wants to be in my campaign which it fucking awesome, & Nergal asked about it, as well as a nether dude I don’t know the name of. I’m pretty sure shaggy going to be back from whatever he was up to. So even if half my players disappears cuss of those assholes it will be all right. Probably.
I've pretty much been crying several times a day. I mean, I really don’t want to live right now.
Idk, what else to add, I’m sure a lot but I’ve been trying to finish this sense Friday night.
Signing Off...
Favorite song today: Disease by Beartooth
Mood: Shit
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The Munchkin Nein - Nott the Nightingale
Explaining this series
A bit of shoutout to Emmy-award winning Sam Riegel and his acapella background (which Nott most assuredly cannot emulate cos -3 to CHA and performance)
Rulebook mechanics wise, there isn’t all that much complexity to a level 5 rogue at the moment. So a great deal of hilarity can be found from the unwritten options available to every DnD player. Nonetheless, lets work through them for simple reference and completeness.
Rogues tend to be rather physical characters, so most of their output comes from their weaponry and class abilities. That being said, Nott is an Arcane Trickster, so that opens up a fair few magical options and increasingly more to come.
So let’s start with the bread and butter for Nott, her trusty hand crossbow. It does 1d6 piercing DMG + Nott’s modifer of +4 DEX. With the feat “Crossbow Expert”, it greatly improves the action economy of the diminutive goblin. She effectively does not need to load her crossbow, is able to fire it at a target within 5 feet without suffering disadvantage and finally; she can take a second shot using a bonus action on top of her usual attack with either the crossbow or short sword.
With regard to the short sword, we have yet to see too much of it in use since killing the manticore baby I believe, due to it performing similarly (1d6 + 4 slashing DMG) except only in melee, while the hand crossbow has the ranges of 30/120 with ranges falling between the numbers imposing disadvantage on the attack roll and beyond that impossible.
Disadvantage is a crucial thing to take note of in utilizing a rogue’s arsenal. Sneak attack has two possible conditions
Having advantage on the attack roll
Target has a hostile within 5 feet, said hostile isn’t incapacitated AND Nott doesn’t have disadvantage on the attack roll.
As we can see, having disadvantage on the attack roll automatically precludes sneak attack from occurring. How important is sneak attack anyway? At level 5, something to the tune of 3d6 DMG, once per turn. On average, that’s worth more than an additional crossbow shot and then some. More so when it’s a critical hit, since dice rolls of damage are doubled, but not modifiers. Thus if Nott wishes to maximize her damage in combat, she’d be looking for every opportunity to fulfill the conditions of sneak attack at least for one attack roll every turn.
These conditions can be imposed as a result of a variety of maneuvers. A characteristically roguish way is simply to hide, then literally sneak an attack. Mechanically, hiding takes an action, requires a DEX (stealth) check which Nott has a solid +8 to versus whatever DM Matt decides is appropriate to roll. Fortunately, being a goblin (well rogue also gives that ability), hide can also be taken as a bonus action, giving Nott a greater range of options whilst attempting to hide.
Speaking of goblin racial traits, a nifty DMG boost is Fury of the Small, a once per short/long rest ability that gives +5 DMG at level 5. The condition is that the target has to be larger than Nott (so medium or larger), which is pretty easily met. Usually.
Anyway, back to sneak attack. Aside from giving advantage on attacks (which, frankly everyone wants when trying to kill something, rogues are just more rewarded for getting it) the Mighty Nein can assist Nott quite readily by just getting up close and personal. Nott herself also has to get relatively close at 30 feet, to avoid disadvantage on her ranged attacks.
Aiding her in this is the rogue’s ability to use a bonus action to dash and disengage if things get too hairy. Though, once again, with “crossbow expert” she can hold her ground if she so wishes. And hold it she can, since Uncanny Dodge halves the incoming damage of a single attack. Though probably not for too long since it’s once per turn (costs a reaction).
Now let’s talk spells, which shouldn’t take too long so I won’t split this post like Caleb’s. Take a breather first maybe.
Cantrips. The usual fall back plan of spellcasters if they’ve got nothing else. But in Nott’s case, they are more for adapting to non-combat situations, with the extremely useful Mage Hand enhanced by being a rogue, and “You can reply to this message” that is so endearing.
The one combat cantrip Shocking Grasp, does 2d8 lightning DMG, is a melee spell attack that has advantage if the enemy is wearing metal armor. Hopefully you still remember that rogue bit about sneak attack and advantages. Also, if Matt is kind, he may rule that alternative situations warrant the advantage on this kind of surprise zapping. (Nvm, sneak attack requires finesse or ranged weapons) If Nott were ever to be inclined to get into melee, a creature hit by this cantrip is also unable to take reactions, so no opportunity attacks if she chooses to move away without disengaging.
At the moment, Nott has 4 level 1 spells, with 3 slots available each long rest to cast with. Disguise Self has mostly non-combat applications, though it would certainly be fun to see if Sam can come up with a creative way to wrangle something out of that. Silent Illusion is in the same vein, though it acting on something other than Nott gives a much wider applicability for any potential combat situation. Feather fall is a simple reactionary spell to save people from falls 600 feet or less.
Tasha’s Hideous Laughter is where things get interesting. It has a range of 30 feet, the effective range of Nott’s hand crossbow, takes up an action and the ability of everyone to endure a terrible joke from Sam Riegel (I am sincerely impressed how awful each and every one of them has been). The target mercifully only has to succeed on a WIS save, while possessing an INT score of 5 and above. Upon failing the save (which honestly, what wouldn’t and the success rate has been pretty good so far), the target falls prone, becomes incapacitated and cannot stand up while affected. Prone and incapacitation are pretty strong conditions to impose. The latter prevents actions, bonus actions and reactions from being taken. The former prevents the target from moving normally, only crawling (each foot of movement costs an additional foot, effectively halving movement). The target also makes attacks at disadvantage, which in this context is moot since it cannot attack. Finally, attacks against the target from 5 feet away are at ADV. Any further, however, and they suffer DISAD which Nott learnt in ep21.
These conditions can be negated by the creature making a successful WIS save (against Nott’s DC 14). It has the opportunity at the end of each of its turns, as well as whenever it takes damage. If it is from taking damage, the WIS save is rolled at advantage. Therefore, against a single opponent, it could be beneficial for the whole party to take a few quick moments to optimize their choices or positioning while they are given this breathing room. Against multiple opponents, it would be an opportunity to temporarily have one less threat to deal with. As long as they don’t hit it over and over with multiple attacks. By default, the target has to spend half its movement to stand up, so still limiting the target’s movement as a final touch.
And so there we are, Nott the Brave! Once again, a solid range of options that have great scalability with effective RP like hiding, bad jokes (really, those things deserve to inflict psychic damage) and insanely rushing into melee despite being a squit of a goblin. Not much to say, except I think Nott is pretty fun to watch in combat and in general.
Also, we are on the internet cos it’s tuesday!
#critical role#cr2#cr2 spoilers#kinda not really#nott the brave#nott the goblin#rogues#sneak attack#the munchkin nein#talks machina today#submit#mine
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Nano 16
Hello Everyone,
I’ve missed a lot of days at this point but I can still get back on the horse and finish this month. I had an OK work week. It was really short because of the holiday. On Monday, I prepared for DnD after work.
I wanted to finish the plot of the city and move on to the desert. I’m still having trouble role playing. I want to make it more immersive, but I keep summarizing ideas rather than acting them out. I want the players to act out in character, but I feel like I’m not doing enough to encourage it. I might be railroading them too much too, but I learned that without a little direction the plot stands still. I think this is an issue in all my campaigns. I should take classes, or do research on how to improve it. I probably should make clues more involved so they can have interesting puzzles. I have a hard time doing this because of the time between sessions. I need to figure out a puzzle they can figure out in one session. Sometimes, if too much time is between sessions, they will forget hints and clues. I dunno, it’s hard but I wanna keep working on it.
It was really late when we finished DnD. It was only 11pm, but I had to be up at 5:30am. I didn’t get a chance to write anything. The next day went by rather quickly. I started playing cookie clicker again and I was really close to the end of the game. I almost got all the ascensions and achievements. I was at about 70 octillion cookies a second. My goal was to get 300 of each buildings, and I was so close. I got really excited to go home and cash in my cookies. It’s an incredibly mind numbing and I needed to give it up. I found out how to enter the Debug mode. I cheated infinite cookies to myself and bought everything. I don’t think I am going to play it anymore since I reached the end game. I have plenty of things I should be working on, but I dunno.
I ended skipping my Japanese class again that day. I talked to my roommates about their move. They are packing stuff up and I gave them the final amount for their last month. Alia and I hung out that night. We played WOW together for a little bit. I was still playing cookie clicker at that point so my attention was split. It’s fun. Alia hasn’t played WOW before and she got a Battle Net gift card. It was a great chance to get her familiar with a popular game from the late 2000’s. If I choose never to go back to my Japanese class I need to justify it by getting things done.
Tuesday was my one year anniversary at my job The HR lady knows I like chips and dip. She got by 2 bags of chips and 5 different dips for lunch. It was super nice of her. We had a big lunch together with girls from the office and we invited the other to come eat with us. I feel bad. I should try to do more for her and the other girls, since they do so much for me. It’s her birthday at the end of December. I should do something for her.
I was talking to Alia a while ago. There was this idea that woman are expected to perform more motional labor. I feel ad that Julie does a lot of nice stuff for the office. She celebrated birthdays, work anniversaries, and gets treats for everyone. It might be her job as HR, but also I don’t want to have her feel like she is expected to put up with this much emotional labor. I dunno, I am going to try to do more so she doesn’t feel resentful. It’s also the right thing to do.
The next day went by rather quick. My boss dumped concentrated wasabi down the drain. The smell was so strong he had to quit half way. It smelled up the whole lab. We don’t have a fume vent because we work with food, and we don’t cook anything in QC. Normally nothing needs to be fumed. When he dumped the wasabi the smell didn’t leave for 3 hours. I had to move the bag to a separate sink so I could do my work. I eventually cleaned the sink with a lot of soap. The wasabi concentrate is oil based, so when he tried to rinse it down the sink, it didn’t help much. I got the smell to go away, but it slowed down my productivity for a while.
During lunch, the accounting woman, Nai, bought KFC for the girls and me. I was having a rough day because of the wasabi so I ordered a curry bowl through my work. When I saw the KFC I had just finished my curry and wasn’t interested. It was Juan’s last day today. He work in production and he bought a cake for his friends. He gave a piece to me and all the girls from the office. He was nice, and the new sales guy had a thing for him. Juan was the guy the sales man swore he found on Grinder. It wasn’t him.
I still have a lot of anxiety about the Randy and Nakamura thing. Randy is really nice to me and I kinda feel bad I helped get him in trouble. I felt like telling him. Not that I told on him, but that Nakamura was monitoring his data. I haven’t yet. I might not clear my conscious, and I am not comfortable doing that yet. I’ll give it a few days. I haven’t heard anything of it yet. I imagine Julie would tell me if something happened. She hasn’t said anything yet though.
Later that day, Alia and I went out. We went to our favorite vegetarian place. We got dinner and went to the bar near by. It’s an arcade bar. We played a few games, and got drinks. Alia asked if we could take pictures in the photo booth. She took this opportunity to purpose to me and give me my ring. I purposed to her two months ago, so it’s not a huge deal. She got me a really nice ring. I’m till getting use to wearing it.
Today we went to my hometown and did the thanksgiving rounds. I’ll talk about it later though. It’s getting late.
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Tal’Dorei-based DnD 5E campaign is a go!
Okay, the results are in, and based on a) what you all said but mostly b) my own schedule, I’m tentatively announcing a bi-weekly Tuesday night (7-10pm CST) game, starting either February 14--what better way to celebrate Valentine’s Day than by virtually slaughtering bad guys--or Feb 21, if people have, like, dates and things. (I will not.) Canon complicity will be revealed if/when it become necessary to the story line aka whenever I feel like it.
I’m definitely open to any class/archetype/race, including Unearthed Arcana and homebrew ones (and definitely Matt’s classes; please someone make a gunslinger I want that SO BADLY).
The PCs will start at level 1 in Westruun, though obviously they don’t need to be *from* Westruun. Start thinking thinky thoughts about why you’re there, who they know, backstory, etc. I’d like to have enough info that I can start planting hooks for the characters early.
My absolute max player number is 6; I don’t trust myself to be able to handle any more than that at the moment. So, if by some strange miracle more than 6 people want to play, we’ll figure something out. It may come down to rock, paper, scissors. @rescuemepotts @freaoscanlin and @blackestglass have three of the spots (and if you talked to me about this before you probably have one too, you know who you are).
#so this is a thing I'm doing apparently#god help us all#probably going to flame out in a couple weeks because that's my life
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i know i shouldn’t complain, but i just can’t stay happy man.
get my car back, “hey everyone, see you on tuesday for dnd,” then i have to cancel because one of our four members (THE ONLY ONE WHO ISNT A FUCKING BARD) didn’t show up and couldn’t be bothered to give me a heads up.
i take my two favorite party members to get milkshakes at steak ‘n shake, which was great.
“you know, there’s someone who used to come in here all the time who looked just like you” “oh, ya don’t say.” “but actually stevie, are you alright?” “ahh, i got in a whole lot of trouble, then i had a really nasty breakup, and then i crashed my car” “HOLY SHIT and sorry man” “I KNOW and thanks” “you’re okay though?” “yep, just a lil sad” “i’m so sorry. anyways, wanna hear about the time i met all of the osbornes” “DO I EVER”
it was nice to be welcomed back into my territory and given just SO many cherries holy SHIT.
and then i had to take them both home and was felt so empty for some reason. i was fine before and it’s not like i felt like i was crashing. i just feel so weighed down and i can’t even describe it right or give a good answer why.
i don’t even have that much on my plate anymore, i’m just dragging more than usual. i should be fine. i’m supposed to be fine. i just can’t do my work.
so i get home, skip dinner, and start working on a new project so i have more of my art to put on my wall, because that always makes me feel better. when i have something new in my space, it feels like i’ve actually made a change. so i’m watching friends (i call it my straight people zoo, i just love how fucking lame it is) and transferring the pattern, and mom comes in “did you do your work??” “no, i feel really bad” “your car is back, what’s the issue” “i really don’t know” “fine, do that for a bit and then work on your classes”
a while later, she comes in to breathe down my neck again.
how do i explain to a 49 year old republican that if i even have to look at an assignment i will cry, throw up, hate myself more than usual for being useless, and hide your shoes as revenge because when you can’t find them before work you get PISSED.
i just feel like she’ll think i’m trying to get out of working. i am, but for valid reason. it’s not laziness, it’s actually causing me severe distress and i would do anything just to buy some adderoll at a party and actually get something done. but alas, no one likes me besides my kiddos and my players. and band members, but i’m not sure if they count.
i just need a fucking break.
from what, i don’t know.
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Nano 8
Hello Everyone,
So I ended up telling my boss about Randy not measuring samples. I told the HR lady and accounting woman before I did. HR said she would have my back if Randy tried to make my life difficult. Hopefully Nakamura doesn’t even mention me and just acts on his own. But we will see.
BeforeI told Nakamura, I knew I had to have as much proof as I could get before I showed him. I found out the Color Refractometer saves up to 400 data points with time stamps. I download all I could, and downloaded all of the pH reading I could. When I told Nakamura, he said he knew about this issue and he has been investigating it. He said Randy probably knows that he is looking into the salt meter because it prints out a receipt for every sample measured, but the other two just stores it in a memory. It isn’t obvious to Randy that Nakamura is monitoring the Refract and pH meter and he said to send him all the data I had. He will continue to look into it. He told me not to tell Randy and he will continue to monitor Randy in secret until he is ready to confront him.
I told the HR lady what happened. She didn’t really have an opinion yet. She said people are probably brushing Nakamura off because he is making up data for raw materials and it only becomes a legal issue when he makes up data we give to the government. The data he made up so far is just for our records. She wants to see something happened too, but she thinks it’ll take a big event to trigger something. They should probably act before it gets there. I told her that I doubt that’ll get him fired. I don’t know how it is in Japan, but usually if you have six years at the company and you’re a manager, In America it requires malicious intent (stealing or damage) or obvious insubordination. Meaning they need to catch him REALLY messing things up. Like $10,000 in damages due to negligence, or they need to tell him to stop several times and he needs to obviously refuse to change. I’m confident he won’t get fire for anything like this, but they could make his job terrible until he quits. Either way, I’ll just need to wait it out and keep my head above water.
Other than that, I went to Japanese class today. I’m hating that class more and more every day and I don’t want go anymore. The class has like three or four kids that are absolutely unbearable. The worst is this guy who sits in the back and makes everything into a joke. At this point, I can predict them. He tries to be subversive and it makes me cringe like I’m at a convention Q and A. Examples, the teacher will say, “You never want to be too informal with your boss at a Japanese company” him, “Well what if you hate your boss” The teacher then just looks dumbfounded at him. Teacher, “if you’re talking to your friends, then refer to them like this” Him, “What if you don’t have any friends.” Again the teacher looks at him like he is dumb because that is missing the point. He always ends his comments with, “I’m kidding” He doesn’t stop. There are like two or three more kids that do the exact same thing and they all drive me up a wall. I’ve spent so long in science based difficult class and everyone was too close to make dumb jokes. The teacher has gotten real frustrated and I’ve stopped giving opinions and examples in class because the teacher has started to respond harshly to all non-topic comments. I’ve made cultural mistakes at my job and wanted to share them with the class but now I just keep quite.
I’ve lost a lot of interest in the class and I am going to fail. The college isn’t offering the next level next semester anyway, so I could just retake the class, but I really just want my Tuesdays and Thursdays back. I told myself I’d take classes like this to keep myself challenged and busy. 2015 went by so quickly for me and I got concerned that time would pass too quickly for me. I thought if I started to learn a language, especially one that I can use at work, that even if time passed realty fast at least I’d know a new language. I’m trying to not just become a couch potato and turn thirty and wonder where the time went. I might be getting ahead of myself. I’m just twenty-six. I have plenty of youth left in me.
I am under the assumption that I am only as old as I feel, and if I keep myself healthy and challenged that getting older won’t suck as bad. I should be fine.
I still have a lot of goals. I have a lot of plans to reach them. I want to own a home before I’m thirty, I want to reach my target weight of 175 lbs (I’m 189 lbs now), I want to run a marathon, I want to know how to fix my car, perform basic maintenance on a home, learn at least one additional language, travel, attend more events, and start more creative projects. I have time, I should be ok.
I’m also still doing my Monday DnD sessions. I’m really digging this campaign. It started out with me wanting to do a Mad Maxx inspired desert survival campaign. I ended up adding two ghost like npc’s that were meant to encourage the group to do good or bad things. It was supposed to be a angel and devil on their shoulders meant to encourage them to make decisions. Unfortunately they just got through the first boss and I failed to really do that. I also failed to make the first city have its own distinct flavor. I made the mini boss a arch priest and spirit naga, but I don’t think they felt unique enough. I also should have made the wind Gin feel more like her element. I will try to learn from my mistakes in the next city. That being said, I gave each ghost like character their own backstory. I made them the sun and moon god. I gave the sun god a champion that isn’t acting, and the moon god a champion that acted too much and got her killed. I’m really digging the lore, but I need to make sure I get the feelings communicated to the players. I should write down my shortcomings tomorrow and try to improve. I’ve been DMing DnD for like three years, but if I don’t record my short comings I won’t be able to improve. I have a lot planned but I don’t want to ruin it for my players.
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NaNo 1
Hello everyone,
For NaNo I decided I wanted to journal. I used to journal in high school and it was a good therapeutic way of shifting through feelings. I have a lot of stories I want to write, but I feel more confident talking about myself for right now.
I’ve been really good lately. I feel really confident in myself and where I am in life. Work is going well, I’m financially secure and my relationship is great. I don’t have a lot to complain about.
I’ve been trying to better myself lately. I work at a Japanese company where majority of the office speaks Japanese. I thought it would be advantages to learn the language. I started out by taking classes at the Buddhist temple downtown. The class only met once a week for two hours. I met some nice people and I learn some stuff, but I wanted a more refined and structured class. After that semester, I enroll in the local junior college’s classes. I am currently in my second semester.
I am getting a little stressed with this class. The professor doesn’t use the whole class time and often lets us go early. This sounds great, but I typically only do the homework and attend every class. This usually gets me a “B”. She lets us out early and students distract her often, so I lose my chance to learn during class, so when the tests come around I do poorly. I need to take time to study outside of doing homework, but I lack motivation. It’s kind of turned into a self-serving cycle. Since I am failing tests, I lose motivation for the class, and I don’t study. I don’t study, so I fail the tests. I guess I need a “Win” in this class the get back motivation, but I have no motivation because this isn’t for a grade because I already have my degree. I think I might take the class again next semester as the next class in the series isn’t offered until next fall anyways. I might not though, I miss having my Tuesdays and Thursdays free.
I am also trying to keep in shape and lose weight. I have a gym membership I don’t use, but I don’t want to cancel it because it means I gave up, which is very typical of people my age. I decided to go running during my lunch breaks at work. I have hour lunches, but I only need like 15 minutes, so I use the rest of the time to talk to Alia and go running. I used to go running around the streets near my work, but my knees started to hurt me. I figured out that my knees hurt because I was running on cement. The cement had more impact on my feet. My coworker told me to try running on asphalt. I took a break from running and now I continued by running in the parking lot at work. Luckily, my COO also walks in the parking lot during his lunches so I get away with it. It’s working for me, but I don’t use the gym membership and I have stick arms. I also miss hanging out with my coworkers during lunch. Meh.
I started to play WOW again. Alia got a Battle net gift card for her birthday and she has never played WOW before. I told her if she wanted to play I’ll play with her. It’s fun, and makes me nostalgic for the early 2000’s. It kills my days. We had all day off on Wednesday after the Halloween party and we just played WOW all day, but it felt HELLA short. I am having fun, but it can defiantly kill a lot of time when I don’t want to just kill time.
I am playing DnD with friends on Monday nights. I had two sessions going, but the group on Sundays stopped meeting. They don’t seem to have a free Sunday, so we just stopped. It felt a little crappy because it made me feel like they didn’t like my campaign and just didn’t want to tell me they wanted out. I have some anxiety about my DnD campaigns. It’s an outlet for me to tell stories and develop characters. I put some of my creativity into it and when people don’t respond to it well it sucks. I am also not very good at conveying the story. I get nervous and anxious during play. I was playing the bad guy during the first few sessions and my players got really into it and started yelling at me. I know they weren’t yelling at ME, but the character I was portraying, but it put me in a weird head space for the next few sessions. I also got yelled out a few times for making mistakes, like skipping turns, miscalculating XP, or forgetting names. It’s defiantly a learning process, and I am trying to get good, but if I don’t get good fast enough I fear my players will lose interest. I need to start keeping better detailed notes about what works and what doesn’t. If I don’t reflect on the mistakes, then I’ll just end up making the same ones over and over again. I am still friends with the group that quit, and they tell me they still want to play. I just can’t shake the feeling like they afraid to tell me they just don’t want to play anymore. This isn’t a plea for them to tell me, it’s just something that has been on my mind. I still see them occasionally.
DnD was always a social thing for me anyway. I originally started the group to hang out with friends I don’t normally see. I’ve been trying to hang out with a lot of these people, but never had a real good starting point for a conversation. I started the group to see them more and develop friendships. It’s been effective and I have fun playing the game. I started a new session with my old Quidditch captain from college. She was a fun person and I wanted to keep in touch, so I told her I’d DM a game for her if she got a group together. It’s been nice.
I have my dad’s 50th birthday party Saturday. I am not close with my family. I purposely distanced myself from them after I left for college. I am not a fan of my parents and their life choices. I don’t go out of my way to be crappy to them, but I update them on my life when there is a big change, and other than that Facebook has been a way to communicate I’m alive and happy. I might talk more about my family later, but this entry is getting long.
Have a good night everyone!
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Log 0020, 4:44am, 3/7/2019
Eh!
So, shaggy chose to be at my table. And I may have had his Pc incised by a gorgeous cyan tiefling woman into abandoned building alone, where he may have gotten jumped by 17 other tieflings. Note fun as hell. Honestly, it’s been really nice having him around. Like holy shit an active experienced player?!?!?! What the fuck is this gift? Like, I’m not as into him as I remember being. Like I’m not saying he isn’t attractive, cuss he blatantly is. Plus he’s a really cool dude. I think my heavy drinking early in year changed my memory, of how much I was in to him, gods that was a bad time. I’m not saying I don’t like him, I think he’s great!
So, Mondays the 24th’s session was mostly exploding the main city during a festival, dude gut bit by some zambos in the arena, made to roll for infection, got really bad infection, other player are like fuck him and take forever to get him to a temple. Same dude fallowed some nice tail to an abandoned building, get the shit beat out of him, though it left alive. Many drugs are obtained.
Two players go to the red-light districted; one gets a fade to black with an exotic dancer. The other had gone outside to buy more drugs, and falls a nether person down a back alley, note he’s a dumbass, 9 other dude jump form thynn building top, amazingly is in beat to an inch of his life a 3ed time in one night, came back in dance club sees friend being ushered into back. Then he’s noticed by a handsome stranger, whom first thinks his a chick then there off to handsome strangers place fade to black.
A nether player saw them headed to the red light districted, was like naw and when back toward the festival flouts which he wanted to fight. A lovely lady asked if he wanted to get on the flout he was all the beasts, something, something, and she was like new these robos, he like ah, and ten she helps him on one. One of the other peps on the flout taped are dude and glitter did cover are man, monuments later he asks for a confetti spell to be cast, and are player performs cool tricks with his explosive weapon and thynn confetti. Are last player had just returned to the guild hall to analyzed a gifted rose amulet, to see if it had ofer abilities then what was stated. It was a fun session.
Tuesday, I went to paint jam like the usual. Saw a nice older guy, high key a paint master, so shall he be labeled. Note not the paint teacher, whom to be known as the Paint Guy, though, the Paint Guy didn’t show up as he was stuck out of state, but that’s inconsequential to the point of this. So, Paint Master, came in and did some paining and we chatted like you do at paint jam. At some point we start talking about DnD as nerds do, he asks about the one shot I ran a while back, told him it went well and that I Dm On Mondays now. At some point I told him I was just running with the players hand book, cuss I didn’t have any of the others, and he offer to send me some PDFs of some of th DND books, and I was like that be cool. So now I have the DMs Guide and The Monster Manual, which is just fab.
It was great seeing Nymph, she complemented my new hair cut a bunch. Which was really nice, she’s all was complemented my hair. She’s so fucking sweet. It was wonderful seeing her. I just love her.
In Lash’s campaign only 4 of us could make it. Though, we killed that son of a bitch blade singer, the blacksmith I punched turned out to be a badass asamar, I got a cool new item that makes it where I can casted scorching ray twice per long rest I believe. It’d pretty cool. Still need to get some new boot though, lol. I got a long bow as well, some ranged damage, like I’m not proficient with it, but I don’t care, it’s a bow, I go pew pew.
I’m running a one-off Thursday, the 4th. It’s going to be like underwater horror, Haunted sunken ship full of kuo-toa with a kraken outside, was what I was thinking. I’m prohibiting elf, humans, half elf, & derivatives of, cus i want some odd races in this one shot.
I did the volunteering with the rabbit rescue, it was awful, I was hot, choking on hair, spiders were everywhere, I had rabbit hair in my eyes, and you know what? I’m glad I did it. Do I want to do it again? Not really. Will I? Probability. But that was only half of it. I tried to do some grooming too. I feel I did poorly, but I’ll get better with time. I just hope I made a rabbits life a little better.
So…
Yesterday’s session, Monday the 1, was pretty fun too, though not as role play heavy. Are players whom got fade to blacks had to Rom For Stds, the one whom slept with a exotic dancer got crabs, the other narrowly expand syphilis. Some role play stuff, then to and airship run by goblins, a little while after they got in the air ship they fight some sky pirates, there leader the tall muscular man with sky blue Gandalf beard, wearing nothing but purple glittery booty shorts, saw that these dude be beating my shit fuck this and then just jumps ship. One of the player had set both ships on fire & both when down. Everyone survives. O like a dungeon no thinks, woops spick devils usher them in to the dungeon, and fight.
I keep thinking about Crush-kun, who shall be called Eyebrows from now forward, and I don’t like it, it frankly pisses me off, to no end. It’s not his fault, . I don’t know why my brain has to torture me like this. Honestly, I don’t know him super well, but here my head goes into fantasy conversations with him… I’m so fucking tired of think about him. Gods he’s just so nice, and attractive. I really hate thinking about him. No I don’t I love it, but I hate that I love it. It’s like dumping seawater in and massive gash.
Eyebrows hugged me twice Monday, idk why it was odd. I hugged Presh, and Eyebrows was like could I get a hug, not odd, and I’m borderline in love with this man no matter how much I hate that, so I was like yeah. Then I walked over hugged him, then during he’s like let me put down my drink, I let go put his drink down and hugged me again did something a bit weird with his arms than let go, there was a joke about him not braking my ribs this time, cuss when I hugged him Thursday I made a joke about wanting a hug not broken ribs, note the hug was really soft especially in comparison to the last couple of times, I’ve hugged him. Note not helping with the adoring him thing… Then he said he was going to swing me around but didn’t because of the chair, the weird thing he did with his arm explained. Then I told him I thought his wolf necklace was cool, cuss it legitimately is, and said that he always had it, and I was like yeah I know I just hadn’t said anything, he said something along the lines of look at you noticing things, or something like that, I said something like I notice a lot of things like the irritating fact that you hair is 75 different colors all the time, he said something like sorry my hairs irritating but yours is so cute then he said what color his hair is, a few more thing were said I don’t remember well. Just fuck.
Gods, I hate that I adore this basterd. I know, I’m over thinking this, but I feel like he acts weird around me. I’d swear to all the gods to have ever existed that he’s fucking with me. This shit is really too fuckin much for me. These emotions are so strong foreign, it’d overwhelming. It’s killing me.
Wait that’s an idea! *runs to nearest knife* Freedom!!! *stabs self 27 times in the chest* *collapses*
So today I woke up depressed. Just fab right?
Then got dressed, packed my paint shit, and went to paint jam. Got to see Paint Master chatted & got to see the cool shit he’s working on. Got him to join discord, and in the shops server. Some good memes man, some good memes.
Now I’ve finished with most of what I have thought about.
Sighing Off…
Favorite song today: Almost Human by Voltaire, She will always hate me by James Blunt, & Catharsis by Motionless In White
Mood: Pretty good, till I woke up today
#intp#bipolar#actuallybipolar#stupid crushing bullshit#personal#DnD#dnd5e#Dungeons and Dragons#5e#dming is fun
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Log 0027, ??pm, 9-????-2019
Monday, the 23th. I when to school, was in math class toward, then end of class we had to go to the board to get "class participation," because showing up isn't good enough, for this fucking bitch, me having stood there, for like five minutes confused at, because I was on the wrong question, because she didn't have them labeled properly. Said something like, my fantastic teacher Miss, McBitchface(iusedherrealnamenotthat), what am I supposed to do, I'm as dumb as a fucking fence, I don't understand what I’m supposed to do with this. Then like a minute later, she say go sit down “I'll find you,” me none the wiser, thinking I might actually get some fucking help, stand there for a moment as someone, a nether student, tells me what I was doing wrong, i.e. that I was trying to do the wrong problem, then I go sit down.
The people sitting next to me, ask why I said that, me still none the wiser, think there referring to me saying I don't know what she wanted me to do. Then at the end if class, I grab my things cuss I need to get to my next class across campus, the teacher tell me I can't leave yet I say something about the fact I need to get to a class across campus, she says something, I say something, she say walk with me, then fucking grabs my arm, hard and pulls me out if the class room, down the hall 20ish feet, then starts chewing me out, I'm still now sure why, and she's all like you know what you did, and how interpret that is, and then she's like now I have to report you for that, and bla bla bla, something something, bla bla, this can be a warning, then she walks off. I had no fucking idea what I did, I was confused as hell. On the verge of crying, all I did was say, I didn't know what to do, so I'm in trouble because you a bad teacher now? I eventually, figure out it was because, I used a cuss word, at least I think that’s what it was. But this is college; everyone in here is an adult, most if which weren't even young adults So, I'm in trouble for using fowl language, in a room full of fucking adults. It's goddamn bullshit. I even forgot to sign the roll, so I didn't even get credit for being in the class that day.
I would have knocked this bitch on her fat saggy ass, for laying a finger on me. This pretentious motherfucking bitch, needs to get her shit set straight. Gods, all I could think about, most of the day after was how much I wanted to slash her tires; in a way that insurance wouldn't cover it. This shit, pretty much ruined the rest of that day. I was so fucking angry & frustrated. Then in writing comp, I was able to find out the paper, I thought I had due at 12am that morning, I have till then end of the week to complete. So that was a good thing.
Later, I went to the nerd shop, to run dnd. When okay. One of my players is going to split of and start his own table, which is good. Sad to see him go, but it's ok. It’s probably a good thing, honestly. I plan to tell whoever’s at my table, that I’m going to try to finish off my campaign the next few sessions. So I can start a new one.
Tuesday, the 24th. When to classes, really didn't want to go to math, that bitch put a bad taste in my mouth. But I didn't have much of a choice, had the test, left. Went to the cafeteria, studied for the history test I had no and hour and a half later, and worked on writing home work, then when to the history test. When I got the five minutes beforehand, I remembered I didn't have a blue book, I was all oh well, cus I thought it was for note to help you on the test, but no it was for the test itself so, couldn't finish the test. I was able to finish a little over half the test, so there's something, I guess.
After I left Queen invite me over so I when to her place, after having to fight with my mother about a doctor's appointment, I had for nothing I cared about.
When I got to Tess I hung out, did some more of that writing home work, watched an episode of Lucifer. That actually a really good show from the episode I watched anyway. Then my boy toy Witch boi, called me back and asked if I wanted to go with him to run errands. I was All like yah but I'm hanging with Queen, then queen was like he could pick you up here, then I told him. Then me and Queen watched more Lucifer, and I continue my homework till hottie got there, then I left with him.
Did a few things, then we got to a parking lot, and he started his have existential dread, I try to comfort him through that, not well. I hate seeing him like that I care about, his bitch ass, and I want to make it better, but I know I can't. I honestly think I might really love him. Which, is tripping me out. I don't like that I care about someone so much. It's strange. It makes me feel weak. But back to what I had be typing about.
Then we eventually got out of the car, cuss hot dying. And leaned, against the back of his car, where he pulled me into a leaning hug, it was so nice. I love being close to him, I was still all in that, what can I do to help him feel better type mood, but he apparently need some more physically affection, and I wasn't going to deny him that, I wanted to be giving him lots of physical affection, but I didn't want to make him feel trapped, uncomfortable, or like I'm trying to get in his pants. Because I know when I'm flipping out, I can be really iffy about touch.
We kissed a few times, he said I looked stunning in the light of the setting sun, but not in those words, then went in to Barnes and Noble, cuss he wanted to get the new magic books. Then we did a few more things. On the way to my home, witch boi, was have tripping over every little thing, I know that minor inconveniences, can trigger suppressed emotions. But I really don't like seeing him upset. It makes me upset. He shouted at one point, not at me, but that, I don't like that.
Wednesday, the 25th. It was alright, didn't do too, too, much. Started it of with a panic attack, Did my classes, got chewed out some by my bio teacher, but eh. Tried to help a dude I know, set up a game of vampire the masquerade. It was, what it was. Then I'd some math homework. And drew some, It's been a long while since I've had an urge to draw, that bad. So, I did. That's about it. Mood was low all day. When o I got in the car to go home I started having a nether panic attack, which was really not good.
During the ride I kept seeing in me brain, bad things. I was really mad at someone, I don't know why. Then I started saying really fucked up shit, and strangling them, then it flipped to where I was tarring open a type of dog and ripped its jaw bone from its skull, I could feel the blood. I didn't want to, I really didn't want to. It was flipping me out really hard, then my boyfriend, Witch boi texted me, being like hay, and I asked if I could call him in a few minutes, he responded so happy like. When I got home still flipping out really bad, I called and he tried to comfort me. He was so patient, and caring, gods, I don't deserve him. After a while I eventually calmed down, and we talked normal then eventually end the call everything seem ok. He told me to call him later, if I needed him. Then I went and did my nightly-s, still a little messed up, feeling bad for making him have to deal with that.
Thrsday, the 26th. It was a day. I didn't go to school. When to planned Parenthood to do the pre appointment to get an IUD. Then when I got there come to find out it wasn't a pre appointment, it was a lugit appointment to get the IUD. I was supposed as f. I sure as hell wasn't going to say no, cus that was the untire reason I made the original appointment. So I sat my happy ass down got it done. It wasn't plesint. It frankly sucked, but I was prepared for to yo be a lot worst. There were cramps but I got through it. Then I skeguled an otrasoned, to check it later. Then left, checked out the local spirit shop. The when to the nerd shop for DND. Started cramping badly about 2 hours after I got to the shop. Tryed to play I honestly wasn't that activity during the game everyone felt bad for me which sucks, but I was weak and putetick. On and of crying the whole game. Got a ride home with eyebrows. When I got home, I did my shit. Witch boi texted me, then we texted back in forth for a few, he was feeling not ok and need to call me, he didn't say such I could just tell, so seid if he need to call me he could and then he did, and we talked. So he doesn't want to effect me with his mental health, like that's even a fucking facter. Like God damnit. I fucking love this fool and he's worried about fucking up my mental health, my mental health is already shit it would be really hard to fuck up my metal health further than it already is. Gods I don't know.
Friday, the 27th. It was a day I couldn't get much sleep, and was still cramping, so I didn't go to class. Went to little wars, hung with Rat, played magic. I played 3 games, one on one with rat, that I won with 3070 1/1 rat tokens, that made my rat colunys super beefy, second me Rat and a nether dude, who killed killed me , then the last one where it was me Rat that other did & eyebrows, where me and eyebrows ended up being the last tow players eye brows fucking recked my rats, but I had fun. I would have played a few more games but the cramps were getting to bad so I when out side for a bit, then came back in, then back out, then back in. Witch boi then showed up, we went outside and talked for a while. It got emotional, and shit. His friends told him that that think that his relationship with me is to much for him right now, and he wasn't sure if that were right and shit. And we talked about that for a few hours, in which we almost bruck up. I hate that I let myself love him. We were seconds from it I should have just let it happen seve us both the fucking pain later. I've fucked up. Letting my self fall for him. I knew it was going to end like this. I knew I was driving myself over. I just knew. But I fucking did it enyway. I always fuck myself over
Saterday the 28th witch boi and I broke up.
A text to witch boi, form Sunday the 29th
*Start*
I feel like shit. Physically. Mentally. That's to be expected. I woke up having a panic attack, where I was shacking so hard I couldn't breath, desperate for anyone. I've cycled through, panic attacks, numbness, crying, over & over today. Why, I'm telling you this. I know, I shouldn't be, since we're not a thing. It's not going to fix this. It can't change what is, what happened. It's pointless. I guess it's just some bullshit attempt to make myself feel better, that isn't going to work. I shouldn't send this, but I am. I can't make it any worse, or maybe I can, but what difference would it make it all shaddered anyway. I'm not ok. I don't want to be. I would not have gotten here if I was. I would not be what I am. I'll take the ride as dangerous as it maybe. As desperately as I need you. It will fade. Everything dose. Days will pass the love will turn into hate before fading to indifference. As much as I wish the past days never happened, that everything was like before, they did, there real. Touchable. It can't be how it was. I let you see my black. I knew it was going to happen. The day before was a drop of water to start a title wave of nothing. I scared you. It hurts that I did. I didn't want that. I can't change it. I have my bad. I always will. Its not an option. I can't change it out. Even if I could I wouldn't. I never wanted it to end like that. I didn't want it to end at all. But it doesn't matter now. I don't think it ever really did. I wanted this to work. I really did. But I broke it. I'm sure I could continue over all my missteps, but I'm not. There's no point in it.
Here's a wall of text don't bother reading it, it does nothing
*stop*
Yeah it was a start time. I’m going to start logging aging. So bla bla bla. will post new up date tomorrow or next day.
Signing Off…
Favorite song today: N/a
Mood: Mostly lows
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Nano 19
Hello everyone,
It’s been a while. I tried to keep this journal up for the whole month of November, but I fell off for a bit near the end. I got caught up with a bunch of work stress, but I’m back. I think I’m going to try to either finish this up to thirty (for the whole Nano goal), or I’ll keep this as less frequent permanent thing. I dunno we’ll see.
I think I left off on Monday. Tuesday was the start of my work stress. We had a surprise audit at work. I’m in quality control and my boss speaks very little English. Randy and I had to take the lead on the audit. Mr. Nakamura came upstairs early that morning to tell me he was taking his wife to the hospital, so he needed to leave early today. Fine no problem. He comes back up thirty minutes later to tell me that a surprise auditor just showed up. That’s when I hear that I will be leading the audit. I have about a year’s worth of experience. I know how to do my job, but I still have a lot to learn. I don’t think I was as prepared as I could have been.
Her name was Trisha, and she told me she needed to go inside production within thirty minutes of her arriving. I imagine this is to prevent us from doing major clean up. Fine, we didn’t really need to do anything major. We had been expecting her, but she was supposed to come between now and the New Year. She came near the beginning of the time frame. I wasn’t too worried. I won’t bore you with the details. She found eleven violations. It sucked, but it wasn’t that bad. They were all minor violations. One of the more BS violations was that we had our garden hose nozzle on the ground. We don’t use it for any food areas or for sanitary reasons. It’s meant to wash away spills from sucrose and soy sauce takers. Sometimes they leak on the parking lot and I wash it away. One of the bigger blunders was understandable. I remembered we had bad bags of salt in the tanker room. My boss wanted to recycle them and use them for the boiler. He uses the salt for something involving hard water and the boiler I’m not too sure. I thought maybe we should hide those. I told Mr. Okano to go hide them. He agreed and he disappeared. When we got to the tanker room they were gone. I was surprised he did it so fast but whatever. I saw him open the exit door for a second and the bags were sitting outside. Mr. Sugino, who probably didn’t know where Okano hid them, said we should head outside next. I knew this wasn’t going to be good. She found them and I cringed the whole time Okano tried to explain why we had product sitting in the parking lot. It was still a minor but it was embarrassing.
Next we did the desk audit. This was her going through records. It bled into the next day. This was a two day audit. The desk audit went terribly too. She would asked for a document, I’d no idea what she was talking about, she’d explain the purpose of the document, and we would usually have it under a different name. We only didn’t have two of the documents, so we racked up two more minor violations. My boss, Nakamura, was not much help. He didn’t understand the auditor and the translator, Sugino, kept leaving to do his regular job. He is the production manager, and takes all the calls because his English is great. I busted out Google translate and tried to keep Nakamura up to date. Randy was the bigger help. He had a lot of the documents, and when he didn’t he’d stall and make it up on the fly. We ended the audit with thirteen minor violations. Last year we got twelve, so it wasn’t that bad. It was out of 255. We got a grade of, “Good.” there are only three levels and a fail. Excellent, good and conform. We were never going to get an, “Excellent.’ The auditor told me that since the Japanese QC managers change every five years or so, we don’t stand a chance. She said the only people who get excellent have QC managers with twenty years of experience at the same facility. This was Nakamura’s and my first year, so I’m glad we didn’t do much worse than last year. It’s an SQF audit so if anyone wants to look us up they can. It’s a public score that customers can use to get an idea of our factory’s quality. It’s our most difficult audit we do, so I’m happy it’s over. I worked for twelve hours on Tuesday and ten hours on Wednesday. The next two days, I worked on our corrective actions and submitted them to all the managers in the factory.
I was really stressed out from it and I wasn’t shy telling my coworkers. Julie said she would buy me a cake when it was over. She didn’t but she does enough for me anyway so I didn’t hold her to it. The COO stopped me and asked me how it was going. I jokingly made a finger gun and shot myself in the neck. I quickly realized I shouldn’t make jokes like that to the COO. Especially at a Japanese company, there is a respect that is sort of required for higher ranked people. I took it back, apologized and said it was going fine. I don’t know if Kurosaki forgave me, but whatever. He’ the COO, but he has very little involvement in my day to day. It’s almost all done. I have to work on the corrections next week. Nakamura wants us to submit them to SQF by Friday. That’s going to be easy.
My DnD session got cancelled this week. One of my players needed the time for school work. I ended up being lazy most of the week. On Friday, I went to Kosuke’s house and hung out with his wife, Akiko, and Angela. It was Angela’s last day. We had dinner with Kosuke, and chatted. Angela has a booth at Sac-Anime. I’ll see her there if we don’t hang out before that. I spent the rest of the week being lazy. I got my oil changed and laundry put away, but nothing other than that. I’ll try to make better steps to be healthier and be more present. But last week was stressful so I gave myself a pass.
Alia and I went to LA yesterday. I saw that one of our favorite Youtubers, Jesse Cox, was doing a meet up at a Dave and Busters. I found a hotel with a Jacuzzi tube in the hotel. Alia said she has always wanted to go to a hotel with one of those, so it was an easy sell. We brought a couple of bath bombs and relaxed in LA. The trip was about six hours. We split the driving up between the two of us. We Ubered to the event. Jesse paid for all the games. I think we played like $200 worth of games between the two of us. Jesse got a stack of 100 coin cards and passed them out. His intern kept handing us new ones after we finished. I think he prepared for more people. He paid for food, dessert and drinks. It was super generous of him. He collected all the cards at the end of the night and bought a coffee maker and poop emoji pillow with the tickets the group won. I got to meet a bunch of the other Youtubers he works with. “The Warpzone” guys and Jirard, “The Completioneist.” I got to talk to Jirard about the stress of working on Youtube, and his lawsuit. His old partner is suing him for firing him. He fired him for money reasons and it didn’t go well. I got to talk to Davis from,”The Warpzone.” We talked about my wedding and he told me I should come to PAX in Texas. I really want to but we will see. It was a great night. It was defiantly worth the drive.
We are heading back now. Alia is driving and I am typing this in the car. It was a good vacation and I’m excited to get back to work tomorrow. I’ll talk to you guys later.
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