:description "I'm Rain and I'm a sheet of paper! I also like to proclaim myself to be your friendly neighbourhood eldritch abomination and whether or not that is true, I suppose that's up to you!"
:instance-info "I'm also the #admin of this single-user (at least for now) instance!"
:interests "I often describe myself as addicted to #TTRPGs. In particular because I just can't resist hosting sessions! Currently interested in #pathfinder2e#vtm#40k"
The infinite feeling of the empty void that follows the finality of the end of a work of art. The last sentence in a book. The rolling credits of a film. The last scene in a narratively driven game. The longing for more is a cruel jest forced upon the thinking mind with the knowledge that finite things are good because they end. A story cannot go on forever and stay interesting. Yet the longing for more stays, the warmth of a universe experienced, the characters enjoyed. How does one truly handle standing on the edge of this melancholic abyss?
eldritch horror protip 11 if it asks you to look at it, you might be in trouble I don't have a great answer for you looking is clearly a bad option but not looking might just piss it off so like just run
Last week, Bruno FIsk, (former) Shoony, Cleric, Chef, Medic, and Freedom Fighter, died to a Norn and got his threads of fate snipped.
This week, The Chaos Party must grapple with the aftermath of losing their only true healer, while trying to regain some semblance of control over the Alghollthu-fuckery going down in Magnimar.
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