I am Daniel Speltin, top tier waste of potential and mid tier student, all round unimportant person about town.

The whole situation with my sister just left me feeling so depressed I spent the whole day moping about the house, every attempt I made to communicate with her ended with her leaving the room and slamming a door.

Mum, however, swans about the house, humming to herself as she cleans. Dinner that night even comes with a homemade pie.

It tastes like ashes.

I barely get any sleep all night, tossing and turning, trying to come up with a way to stop this, to stop Eri.

At the crack of dawn, I hear her door open, as the sound of a minibus pulling up outside echoes in through my window.

Mum's helping her carry her suitcase down the stairs, Eri clutching the straps of her backpack, like a little kid, as she marches out the front door, quickly climbing into the bus, Mum stowing the case in the luggage compartment.

"Oh Daniel, isn't this great?" Mum asks, as she spots me in the doorway. "Now we can all put that silly phase behind us and focus on the future." Inside the bus, I see Eri staring dead ahead, headphones in, as Mum waves her goodbye.

>What do?

>The cultists worship tentacles

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I forgot, what's this guy's name again?

Sup /tg/,

I had the idea of coercing my old hometown friends to play D&D together as a way to keep in touch.
Now we're continents apart and although I do know of Roll20 and such, there will also be timezone differences and quite often we won't all be able to be online at the same time. So I had the idea of trying to run a game in WhatsApp.

I'm guessing it would play out a bit like we'd be using a Forum to play, but with possibly higher posting rate - and longer periods wherein nothing happens because either side is asleep/ working/whatever.
Additionally, as stated above, not everyone may be online and ready for a session. So I'm imagining a "continuous session" where people jump in and out, depending on when they check their phones/are available. (So maybe a bit like the QuesThreads here on tg?)

How bad of an idea is that? Thoughts on how to actually run this?

None of us has ever played and I appreciate every idea and tip you guys have.

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That's right: another thread! Why? BECAUSE I'M CRAZY!

It's Pokemon bonding time! Right now, Grey (the MC) is spending some much-needed quality time with his Fletchinder, Phoenicia. Grim is up next (as voted on last thread), and then it's (most likely) bed time!

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Here's a strawpoll I put together:
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>Give Phoenicia a challenge

Treat in hand, you read your arm back. Phoenicia watches you with hunger and excitement in her eyes. She seems to really be enjoying playing with you! It makes you likewise happy, but also sends a slight pang of guilt through your heart: should you be playing with your Pokemon more?

You smile to yourself, resolving to be the best that you can be: not just in battles or points, but also as a trainer and caretaker.

You throw the treat with all your might, whipping it out and over the roof towards the street. Phoenicia cries out: it's loud, powerful, and quite intimidating. Her wings beat off the air and she's launched, talons clacking against the stone before she soars towards the edge of the roof. The buffet of air against your face causes you to flinch a bit; you recover and then run on over with the girls to the railing. You look down and, sure enough, Phoenicia has dived after the hunk of meat. She's so close: inches away, almost there...!

Phoenicia grabs the treat in her talon and "brakes," wings snapping out and arresting her forward momentum. A few more flaps and then she's soaring upwards once more, rocketing towards you. You whoop and cheer as she flies past, further into the air, barreling and spinning with smoke and soot flying off of her body in an impressive, fiery display.

>cont.

Hear ye, hear ye. I hereby call this meeting of our most illustrious guild to discuss the pressing matter of physical fitness amongst our members. I have tried, and failed to convince the health department that our members do not need a mandatory diet and exercise regimen, but my reasoning falls on deaf ears. They are utterly convinced that the pervasive evils of "cholesterol" and "high blood pressure" lurk within our veins. I tried explaining to them that a healthy diet of alcohol and bacon fat wards off such evils, but to no avail. As things are, starting next monday we all need to be up at 3:00 in the morning to go jogging.

I am Daniel Speltin, top tier waste of potential and mid tier student, all round unimportant person about town.

It's the morning after Christmas and I'm stuck fighting the post-Christmas sale horde, I brought Claire as a bodyguard, and even still I've taken three elbows to the face.

Practically gasping for air, we shunt our way down and aisle, scooping presents up as a few metres back, some assholes get in an elemental powered fight over a discounted watch, lightning and fire crackling around the store.

"Fuck sales." Claire grunts, nursing a rapidly healing bite mark on her wound, the result of some asshole summoning familiars to help him shop.

I check the list I'd made one last time, before squeezing the last few goods into the shopping cart. "Okay... now we just need to get to the checkouts." I groan, as overhead, people are jumping between the top of the aisles, taking goods as they go.

Claire pats me on the arm, before we delve back into the crowd, she batters and shoves people aside, cursing and dodging blows as she moves.

Eventually, we clear it to the store front, only midly scraped and bruised, could have been worse considering the near brawl occurring in most of the store. Ah the holidays, such fun.

We queue up to pay, as once more I thank Mike for giving me his pay for Christmas.

With a tweak in the side, Claire nudges me for attention. "Back in a minute, I just wanna grab summin real quick."

>Let her go
>Maybe some other time?