Stealing a thread from GItP here. To quote military wisdom, no plan survives contact with the enemy.
Basically, what you made, what the dm thought you made, and what you wound up playing.
So, my character from the last time I got to play D&D, Ran
What I Made:
What the DM saw:
What I Played:
Explanation: I rolled up a drow wizard, pretty straight forward. Except we started in a prison scenario, not knowing how long it would take to escape. So I started taking meat from fallen enemies to be rations. Strangely, the paladin was cool with this, since it's not like we were killing them for the purpose of eating them. This continued, with me picking up ranks in Profession Butcher and Craft Cooking at level up, and I kept a running total of how much people jerky I had. When we got to a town, I bought a cart, got it outfitted with a stove and a counter, and basically made Faylia's first food truck. Because I'm a culinary nerd.
I mean, I was dealing with dark forces and being a wizard too, it's just that my downtime was often spent making sandwiches and selling them out of the cart.
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.