My dad once took a bunch of youth group kids out camping around Halloween and did a midnight hike with them. Secretly had me and a few other leaders station ed around their path light tiki torches and play weird howling sounds all along the path to freak them out. So yeah they thought they were hot shit until that walk
Back in the day, that was pretty common for characters. We'd play in the school cafeteria before class or during lunch. It made passed notes in class more exciting. You never knew if the teacher would read ""My thief backstabs the fighter and grabs the magic item " or not.
My dad once took a bunch of youth group kids out camping around Halloween and did a midnight hike with them. Secretly had me and a few other leaders station ed around their path light tiki torches and play weird howling sounds all along the path to freak them out. So yeah they thought they were hot shit until that walk
Love stories like this. Everyone got a shoulder chip until the lights go out and someone whispers in your ear, "You dropped your chip back there."
Those owls, that's my brain when I write.
Me too
And then they start arguing.
THAT'S THE BEST
You could say... It's a hoot.
Happy international Novel Writing Month!
Sending that DnD one to my daughter and her gamer husband.
Back in the day, that was pretty common for characters. We'd play in the school cafeteria before class or during lunch. It made passed notes in class more exciting. You never knew if the teacher would read ""My thief backstabs the fighter and grabs the magic item " or not.
Love them guys
Her ‘performance’ was surreal.
Had she done it at the Tate modern, the sycophantic idiots would have lapped it and applauded droolingly.
But she did it at the Olympic Games and so every told her where to go.