Everybody's internet is working.

Everybody's microphones are working.

We're stuck in our homes, but it ain't got to stop us from playing Dungeons and Dragons

because otherwise we would have to sit alone with our own thoughts.

Are you ready to place to D-D?

Friendship is forever.

Friendship never ends.

It doesn't matter what time you're in.

You're still a dragon friend.

A fucking dragon friend

The dragon friends have found themselves in a future that never was brought about by a past that must not be allowed to be

Strad is long dead and yet in his absence somewhere, somehow, something has gone horribly wrong

in these forgotten realms, 1,000 years, since the old cruel empire of high Nethyil was meant

to fall, and it instead seems to cling onto power somehow, at least in the facility you find

yourselves transported to, where talk of quotas,

20-hour shifts, and energy tubes give you a bad feeling about this age you have stumbled into.

But you have more pressing matters.

Your guide, Paul, seems ready to believe that you are returned gods and is looking for answers you may not

be able to give. And just outside the prison cell you found him in, a red flashing silver

beeper promises the arrival of more guards any second now. If we stay very quiet, then I

think they'll just leave and everything will be fine.

Okay, the guards haven't arrived yet.

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