Fic: Thing-Thing (Master Post)

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Thing-ThingMCR - Frank/Gerard - 43300 words

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There's table top RPing in it, eh?

*reads*

... Oh. No, no there is not.

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Barely any. :( Most of it is fake-D&D based on my many years of V:tM playing. :( My life is sad. :(:(:( You're mean :(:(:(:(:(:( The end.

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I could pretend there was more RPing in it than there was by mentally substituting every instance of "himself" with "his elf".

Did you never play much D&D! Oh my goodness. My Thursday night internet game needs a warrior type, you know.... ;)

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Uh, and by that I mean, we really do need a character versed in arms. Not, like, as a pretext for fellatio or anything.

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YOUR WINKY FACE MISLED ME.

One day I do hope to play D&D. I'm just afraid I'll have flashbacks to online RPing. ::obfuscates::

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Some time ago, my little halfling, Mungo the warlock, blacked out for a few days, on account of having been poisoned by parties then unknown to him. This week, we had an intense and fraught scene where one of the PCs, Suspa the rogue, confessed to being the poisoner; she was killing him to get an in with an evil cult, but then had a crisis of conscience. The poison was addictive and it was the withdrawal that did me in; it would have killed me outright if she hadn't stopped. She offered up her knife and her neck in contrition.

The whole thing caught me totally by surprise. The player and the DM had been scheming over this for a couple of months.

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(Note that the passing references to D&D are the only part of this story that left me with anything to talk about. :S )