Things go bump in the night. Troll shadows, but we're in a Witch Circle so they don't see us. We subsequently make camp, and then six hunter wolves with some kind of weird, glowing beetles inside them show up.
FIGHT!
And because there was a big fight, there wasn't a lot said in the session or about the session, except of course that we won.
“That tangented quickly.”
“I stopped listening for two seconds and I have no idea how we came to ‘masturbating in fridges’.”
“If they have any legs, they would have more legs than most.”
“She’s like Shere Khan, if he was a 15-year-old girl with mummy issues.”
“Maybe they like raves and they just have glowsticks in their mouths?”
“Does anyone else have Duran Duran’s Hungry Like The Wolf spinning around in their heads?”
“Well, I do now!”
“If the GM drops off the call for long enough, we get XP and get to heal up before next session.”
GM: “That’s the last beetle dead!”
Player 1: “But Paul McCartney’s still alive?”
Player 2: “#TooSoon?”
To be continued!
