I loved D&D and fantasy stuff in general, but never thought any of it was even close to real. Even so I spent a lot of time thinking about it all, the minutia of even the weirdest corners of things. Anything might make for a good game if developed far enough. I also hit flee markets regularly for props. An old broach or storage box could really make a game that much better.
I stormed into my little brother’s room and found my girlfriend lying in bed next to him. They didn’t look at me like they were the ones at fault though.
I just wanted to check, when I woke up with his girlfriend lying next to me, acting like it was perfectly normal, I had a strange feeling that this would have happened.
The rope was magical in nature, meant to completely subdue whoever was caught in it and render them completely docile to their captors. Or so the label read. You had believed it a joke when your roommate showed it to you, laughed when he dared you to be tied up in it. You humouring Dan to use these complex and apparently useless knots all over your body was probably also because you had a buzz going.