So today is Dungeons and Dragons day. Or more accurately, Pathfinder day, it’s really the same thing – sorry fanatics that I’ve offended.
I’m psyched because I get to break out my level 13 barbarian – and she’s badass.
I wield a great sword and when I’m in combat I get to go all crazy and rage and kill monsters. In this world I’m invincible, with my 174 hit points and my team of spell casters that enjoy the sole purpose of healing my team. Although, truth be told, due to their squishy nature, they have a tendency to die every Friday night.
I’ve got good luck dice too. One blue and white d20 and one that’s orange and white. My d6 are of various colours – duplicates. My team is the sex. No, really, they are. Our rogue can pretty much walk around like he’s invisible, and he sneak attacks like it’s his job. Our transgender monk is an expert fury of blower, and I can’t remember what the other guy is, but he’s awesome.
So tonight, I’m going to kill horrible, evil monsters, you know, like orcs and DRAGONS.
Ok seriously now,
Sweet dreams world.