Previous: Chapter 3: In the Room with Ralph I must have had a nightmare again that night, but I couldn’t remember any of it when I awoke. Just a a sudden awakening, like I had fallen, and my
Previous: Chapter 2: The Drowned Fish As I approached my room, I could see Ralph waiting next to the door. When I was about an arms-length away, he finally noticed me and opened his mouth to talk.
Recently, I was fleshing out a nation in my fantasy setting that I wanted to be mostly inspired by ancient Mesoamerican cultures. I also had a few ideas from gold rush California, Argentinian
Previous: Chapter 1: A Damsel in Distress Going back to the school covered in blood and dirt and saliva was out of the question, but the Fish was close by and Manny would let me clean up enough to
As a player, I like writing backstories as vignettes rather than surveys or lists. Mostly they're a page or two to communicate personality and motivation. But one time a backstory kind of got