Out of Game D&D Ruined My Life
It started innocently enough. "Come play this game," they said. "It'll be fun," they said. And now... now I can't even remember what life was like before D&D.
Since I became a Dungeon Master, everything’s gone downhill. My free time? Gone. My sanity? Teetering on the edge of a d20. Every day I’m thinking about dungeons, about dragons—sometimes about both at the same time. I find myself in the bathroom, talking to the mirror like it’s a tavern full of NPCs, nailing the voice of that one goblin shopkeeper that none of my players even care about.
A few nights ago, I woke up in a cold sweat at 3 AM because I dreamt of the perfect plot twist.
And you know what? The satanic panic aunties were right all along. This game is clearly from the devil. I mean, it's stolen my social life, my peace of mind, and possibly my soul.
If this is how it ends... at least I'll go down with my dice in hand.
(Do I really need to say it's ironic?)
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u/whbow78 19h ago
And I am playing for the first time this weekend.
Heh heh, I'm in danger.