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Roll For Initiative
A road trip is just what I need to avoid my problems.
For today, I'm going to have some fun in a new town. Diner food, retail therapy, and a massive distraction in the form of a six-foot-four gamer nerd named Dean? Yes please.
I know I should go home and tell my parents the truth.
But I'm not ready to tell them I don't want to be a journalist.
They won't love that.
And there's one more teensy problem: my parents are really not going to love the idea of me spending time with an older, protective guy I barely know.
But those conversations can wait until tomorrow.
Roll For Damage
I'm minding my own business at this gaming convention when all of a sudden, this hot cosplayer starts climbing all over me. This could get awkward. But when I look into her eyes, I realize she needs my help.
I'll do more than pretend to be her boyfriend. Those eyes, those curves - not to mention her wit - have me under their spell. But when the real world turns both our lives upside down, the beautiful Rebel is ripped from my life.
When the dust settles, she may continue to think what we had was only temporary, but I'm in this for the long haul.
Roll For Charisma
This woman has no idea what she has.
Ever since Lore showed up to clean out her late relative's house, I've been on a mission to collect most of the stuff she's throwing away. Some of it I use for Love Games - the gaming store I own with my three best friends. Mostly I've been keeping my intentions with Lore a secret.
You see, I don't know how to approach a woman who's grieving when all I can think about is her sweet curves and wry smile. I need to keep myself in check. I need to respect her grieving process. But it kills me to watch her toil alone, unaware of all the valuable things she could be using or selling.
That woman has no idea what she has. But most of all, she doesn't realize she has my
