niimo

So, my D&D group is manly. Manly like a cave full of fucking Swedish bears eating raw goddamn reindeer. How manly is that, you ask? Manly enough that a cicada can send us all running screaming like little girls. I shit you not. We were rolling up characters on the bar at my friends' house, and a goddamn cicada flew in from outside, and we all ducked and covered. It took us a good 15 minutes to get up the nerve to find the thing and kill it. Go team!