I'd had RPs ruined for me previously, and hadn't touched one in about four years. Freshman year of college, a thin guy in a bright yellow sweatshirt (said garment was later called "The Horrifying Light Of The Sun") came up to me and asked if I'd like to be in a game. I asked, of course, what the...
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