#the session was heavy overall like cricket wasn’t the only one to have death dreams
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Speaking of that dnd session because I can’t talk to my friends about it since his backstory is a secret… my poor raccoon grandpa y’all
Him and half the party went down by looking at a sex cultist shape shifting cicada monster and he cast silvery barbs to protect our healer and as he did he had a flashback and thought he was reaching for his dead wife
And then he continued to have flashbacks and remembered that the worst moment of his entire life, where he had to kill his wife Daffodil in self defense, was because of an apothecary company (like big pharma but dndified) was using them as fucking lab rats to test out the right dosages to cut a medicinal/spiritual drug with rage and they got the doses wrong. And daffy tried to kill cricket and he pushed her off him and she died and then he almost died
The worst moment of a life he can’t even remember (total amnesia for everything before he was saved from the river) and it was cause a company was trying to cut costs and make a profit
Capitalism’s even hitting the dnd raccoons y’all
#dnd stuff#the session was heavy overall like cricket wasn’t the only one to have death dreams#the combat lasted almost two entire sessions and all cricket did was steal two fancy doorknobs and bite a table leg#cricket is a raccoonfolk bard/monk/soon to be barbarian#he plays the banjo#has an unknown and possibly infinite amount of rocks that he either gives away or tries to sell for 20 gold#one of a kind masterpieces each and ev’ry one of ‘em
0 notes