If you’d asked me if I felt like I’ve probably covered all of JCVD’s work from the early 90s I would say I almost certainly had but then Tubi finds me Nowhere to Run from 1993. With Rosanna Arquette in it no less.

It was an extremely satisfying session. The entire group wanted mayhem and boy oh boy did the DM deliver.

The paladin had a confidence crisis, the bard provided snacks for newly revivified victims, the rogue viewed his monster-poisoning with satisfaction, the druid can now call up a horde, and the cleric is a sobbing mess. (The DM is pleased.) #ItsDnDTime

(We barely left the morgue before trouble found us again. Thankfully we were... right near the morgue, so we could go back.) #ItsDnDTime

Gotta stay lubricated to fight the powers that--

*puts finger to earpiece* Uh, am receiving the information that's probably not the best way to express one's commitment to the cause...

Regardless, a cup of tea ALWAYS helps.

Great minds, thinking alike.

I find myself possessed of an odd relaxation most of the time right now. Like the feeling I get when strapped into the rollercoaster right before the big plunge. "No exit now, we're locked in for the ride, it's all the hands of the gods now..."

My bad, I thought we were tag-teaming the crushing sense of futility!