Lenny Blinkman let out a sigh after he closed the door behind him, his body aching from the constant heavy-lifting that work demanded from him. He unzipped his hi-vis vest, hanging it up on the coat rack by his door before removing his boots. Rubbing at tired green eyes, he made his way to his bathroom, lazily shrugging off his clothes before stepping in the shower. After the grime of the day was washed off, he put on some pajama pants and slinked back into his front room, collapsing on the couch. As he looked up at the ceiling, he found himself wondering how long it had been since last he’d ran, or played, in a tabletop game.

It had been a lot of fun when he was younger and had the time, nowadays though? Well, work kept him busy, that and his old tabletop buddies had either moved away or had lives as busy as his own. It was hard to get a game started, much less keep a consistent group… between that and his work life, running a session felt impossible. His eyes found the shelf by his television, filled with long forgotten miniatures, coated in a fine layer of dust. It was the same for the books too, containing rules and campaigns both, similarly neglected.

Lenny felt bad… but what was he to do? You couldn’t play a tabletop session by yourself, at least, he couldn’t. He’d love to get back into it though, there were so many builds he had yet to try, so many character ideas that he still hadn’t explored, but unless he could get a group together, there was simply no way. He smiled as he remembered his character, Tresh the Mangler, a half-orc barbarian.

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Lenny had played him like a classic WWE professional wrestler, specializing in unarmed combat, trash-talking, and grappling. The build was great fun, executing suplex’s and using objects from the environment to his advantage… but the best time he had with Tresh was during roleplay. He was always taunting, always egging on rude NPC’s to attack him- maybe he could replay that character if he could get a group together?

What if he ran a session though? Hmm… well, Tresh might make a pretty cool DMNPC. He sighed, settling into his couch as exhaustion muddied his thoughts. Then, his eyes shut…

But he did not wake up at home.

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