Roll Initiative
The sun sets swiftly
Too swiftly
Hidden from my perch in the rafters
I spy a dark haired monster below
3
He sees me too
Shouting to his companions
He points straight at me
I bolt for the door
12
I make it out the front door
Enemies in tow
Sprinting for the well-lit city
I feel them gaining on me
15
Whipping around to face them
I trip one ruffian
Face-first
Into the road
Another charges to face me
3 again
I take the punch
Rolling with it
Still dropping like a sack of potatoes
As I go to stand back up
I toss a pinch of sand into his face
14
The sand blinds him and I dive into bushes
8
Hidden in foliage
I see my target approach
20
Rising like a shadow
I strike my target
Defeating him in one blow
I feel victory surge through me like caffeine
After too many espressos
Making my way back to reality
I think
If only real life was just about reacting to dice
Then maybe I’d be better
Thinking harder
Why can’t I have a +4 in taking care of loved ones?
Why can’t I have proficiency in making sure they’re okay?
Why can’t I have a bonus to willpower?
Thinking harder
Life is random
Like dice
How I react is what’s important
Waking up
I hear two words:
“Roll initiative”
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