Hi all. Me, my partner and a couple other friends in the space are starting a group for B2B marketers to stay on top of trends and hopefully help keep each other out of the spam folder. It is free, you just have to be able to demonstrate you are actively doing B2B marketing. We believe the most valuable thing here will probably be doing deals with others in the group as just between our small group of B2B marketers we’ve been able to achieve some great things. Appreciate any feedback or suggestions. Message me if interested. TIA!

So I am using an old account I found and I want friends for gifts but I only want people with funny names. Drop your friend code and I’ll add you or add me with
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Suppose you are invited for dinner at a friend's house at 6pm. What time should you show up? If this is a group party, does that make a difference?
Background: I did not grow up in the US. I went to college in the Midwest. For my first group dinneparty with friends, the time was said to be 7pm. I showed up at 6:50pm, and there was no one there but the host. I felt awkward, and slowly learned that people usually arrived 15-30 minutes later than the "official time."
I moved to NE after college. I showed up at similar dinners/parties usually 15 minutes later. I was usually among the last few people who showed up.
So, does this depend on the areas? Or the size of the group? Or? Thank you!

Me and my friends are all new to Pathfinder 2e (3 come from dnd(+various indie systems) and 1 is new to ttrpg in general)
I'm planning or running a game with all of us and we were talking about a magic academy game... So i went searching and turns out Strength of Thousands seems to be right what we wanted!!
We are a group that heavily favours roleplay over long combat encounters and really thrive on character interactions
Keeping all of this in mind, is this AP the right fit? Will it be way too hard on new players/GM? Is it heavily focused on combat? (I saw a video saying it isn't, but it was only about the first book)
Do you recommend any optional rules for a group of 3 players? I'm thinking about using Free Archetypes to give players the option to pick martial classes but still attend a magical school by having spellcaster archetypes... Do you think dual-class would be better? (I heard its very overpowered and should only be used by small groups, but idk if 3 is considered small enough)
Lastly, is this AP compatible with PF2e Remaster?? Or are there lots of things i should adapt?
After all of this... Any tips?? (Concerning the AP itself or PF2e in general)

I'm almost sure :(
My current girlfriend and I met during the pandemic, and we created a feeling for approximately 2 years, we had a dynamic of making calls, saying I love you, and everything. but I believe I never took it seriously, I never even called her my girlfriend, but she always did, even though we never had a conversation about commitment. but I admit, it felt like we were exclusive, or at least worthy of a conversation if someone else came along.
The point is that I made a friend before we met in person, and for a couple of weeks I was playfully flirting with her and making false declarations of love (I didn't really like her, but we laughed about it) and I see now that all of this It happened because my relationship had cooled down and I could no longer pay attention to my current girlfriend. After talking to this friend about being in a complicated relationship, I stopped to think that I might be cheating because she considered dating. so I told her, I also told her that I had talked to an ex-girlfriend and had become nostalgic (I didn't do anything other than send songs to poke fun at, there was no feeling either). Finally, she forgave me, I didn't show any conversation, I just told her about flirting, she doesn't know and I don't remember anymore. She doesn't know the content of these flirtations and I don't know how to remember them. It was 3 years ago.
We've been together since then, we met in person and talked about the relationship, and we're dating now.
But for 3 years I've been living with the guilt of having put her in a sad situation, of having given attention to someone else, of having flirted with someone else, of having been curious about having someone else, and I can't get over it. I can't stop thinking about it every day of my life, every minute.
Every night I think about it until I sleep and wake up with extreme anxiety, I don't know what else to do. I've already confessed, she considers it a form of betrayal (she told me at the time), and I haven't forgotten that. I live in a dilemma where I don't consider it cheating, but I also don't want to disregard what she feels. She doesnt talked about it, never. But I think about it every day. What should I do?

I (19F) have been with my boyfriend (18M) for almost 2 years now. We met when we were both in high school and a friend introduced us together and eventually it became something more intimate. In some point of my life, I was kick out of my parents house and now living with him at his parents’ house, but that’s a different story. Don’t worry guys, his parents are very supportive and offered me to stay with them until me and my boyfriend find a place on our own.
Our relationship right now has been a little rocky here and there, only because I believe the honeymoon phase is over and part of that reason is because we’re living together now. I’m not saying it’s bad or toxic or whatever, we just have some disagreements and argue from time to time but nothing really major. My boyfriend is a great and mature man for his age, he’s been working hard and raising money for the both of us so he hasn’t been treating me bad at all.
But here’s the problem.. So I actually don’t have many friends anymore after high school because we eventually just drift apart, but my boyfriend on the other hand has a group of friends that he still hangs out with. And yes, I have met most of his friends and they’re really nice, most of them say hi to me when we see each other out in public. But there is this one friend who just kind of seems like they have a problem with me. Let’s call this friend, John. I met John when my boyfriend, myself, and his friend group were at the park skipping class and just playing card games together. We talked for a little bit and he seemed nice and cool so I just thought he was just simply some nice dude. But I was wrong. After i graduated, I had to look for a warehouse job because I wasn’t on my parents’ insurance anymore and I ended up working for some warehouse bakery factory. During that time I work there, I had bumped into John. We saw each other and just said “oh my god, you work here too??!” Blah, blah. So from there, I figured every time I see him, I might as well just be nice and say hi to him. John works 3rd shift while I work 2nd shift. So when leaving to go to my car, I always see him on the way and just simply wave or say hi. John only greeted me once and then never said anything back. I figured he was just grumpy because he didn’t want to go to work. But soon, he just totally ignored me in total.
Have I talked to my partner about this? Yes, yes I have. And you know what he said? He said “John doesn’t want to speak to you because he’s doing it out of respect” Respect of what exactly? It’s not like I’m trying to flirt with him or anything, I am simply trying to say hi to him. So this actually made me angry because John is an 18 year old man who can’t simply say hi to me? Sounds like someone who’s just ignorant and rude. I explain to my boyfriend and even said “baby, I bet you’re like that too. If someone comes up to you right now and asks if you have a girlfriend, you would ignore them too right?” I know, I know. Some of you girls want your man to do that. But you have to look at their perspective, they don’t know your man isn’t single, it’s better for them to say “I have a girlfriend” and most of the time they apologize and move along. And if they don’t, then your man can ignore, insult, or do whatever you want to them. But I digress, I called out my boyfriend for that and he just only said “I’ll say that next time” and he’ll talk to John about it. So I just left it like that.
Until today, I was going through my stuff while he was laying down on the bed looking for houses for us. He came across a house with 5 bedroom and jokingly said “omg baby we should have roommates” and then I said “yeah but all our roommates is gonna be boys” which he mentions “oh yeah, John, he can stay with us because he can afford it.” I look at him with the ‘are you fucking serious look?’ And mention I didn’t like John after he just straight up ignored me. My boyfriend then proceeded to tell “baby, he has money.” And that’s where he fucked up. I took that as ‘who cares about your feelings, money matters.’ So from there, I started spitting out the meanest things, like to the point where i suggested for my ex to come stay with us because he also has money too. My boyfriend is good guy and told me he didn’t mean it like that and he actually said “I’m not on John’s side at all. I think what he did was wrong and yes, he should apologize for it, I’m just trying to understand why you’re holding this grudge on him for so long?” I explain to him because it hurts me that I’m just doing something so simple and now being ignored just because I’m labeled as “the girlfriend we don’t mess with.” The reason why I want to be comfortable with his friends so that way it wouldn’t be so awkward and I have some help like figuring out my boyfriend’s birthday present. Especially John. Since he is the closest friend to my boyfriend. I’m not trying to be friends, I’m not trying to flirt with them, I just simply want the awkwardness to go away. But part of the reason, why I was arguing with my boyfriend because deep inside I told myself ‘my boyfriend is on John’s side because they’re exactly alike.’ My boyfriend eventually gave up and said “whatever, hate him all you want.” Because I just kept saying nonsense.
We made up after a little bit of silence. But for some reason, I’m still a little upset about this and is crying while typing this as we speak. But what do you guys think? Am I over exaggerating about this and should let go of my hate for John? Or should I talk to my boyfriend more about it?

In My(20M) friend group in my college, where we are pretty much all the time together I don't feel like I belong there any more. Our group has been together since day 1 of college and we spend all the time together outside lectures as well. I love all my friends in this group and always felt that I've made lifelong friends. But last week something happened that I just don't know how I feel anymore. So I have a reputation of class clown in my college as I am always joking and just fooling around. And I am aware of this and don't have problem with it. But I expected things differently in my friend group where my friends would take me seriously and would consider me more than just a funny guy. But last Wednesday some of the friends said something like - I am of no use to them other that cracking some jokes. And although we were just having fun, I thought what he said was true. And I kept thinking about that for the rest of the day, and I decided I will not crack jokes for the next couple of days. It was really hard, almost like that new year episode in friends where Chandler bets he can go on without making fun of anyone, but I did it. I didn't spoke to anyone for two days, didn't crack any jokes, only spoke when it was needed. And no one noticed this. I am that guy who's always always talking and for 2 days I was silent. No one came to me and asked why I was not saying anything. And don't know what to make of it, they just don't care about me to notice this or they wanted this from the first place and now just relieved I'm not talking. I just don't feel like hanging out with them anymore.

(If I mess up I apologize, English isn't my first language.) Don't get me wrong, men get dissed for making jokes about women but that's usually only with famous people because of cancel culture, but in my day-to-day life this is something that I notice.
I could go on and on with examples but I'll just give one- One time I was with my boyfriend and a group of his friends and they had been making S.A jokes, r**ist jokes, sexist jokes (a lot were towards me), ect. They somehow got on the topic of one of my past relationships. The guy was physically and mentally abusive and his friends were saying stuff like, "What'd you do to make him hit you?" and some jokes that I don't think I can say on here.
My boyfriend sort of meekly said, "That's not funny" but didn't really say anything else since they're all really close friends.
I just responded with, "See it is all men, I think we should just kill them all off"
I was joking like they had been the entire time but they all got pissed at me and were ranting about modern feminism lmao
They know I'm a feminist (I've posted abt going to protests for ending violence against women), so they made sure to point that out. They were saying that it's *so* hard to be a man, and all these women hating men (aka not wanting to date them) makes it so much harder. You probably get the jist of it.
So anyway I broke up with my boyfriend and I'm gonna be staying single until I'm in college. Hopefully dudes will be more mature by then. I'm honestly tired of the way men treat me. 👍
Also just for clarification feminism is women being EQUAL to men, not being ABOVE men. <3

verse 1:
keep the mind flow like rain fall in Big Bog,
how i eat words is none your business, sick smog
spiral out like a Stereolab cover, the emperor hovers,
viral as smog from two bars ago, remember her color
tomato for ketchup, making dots and loops on his signature,
cash checks to catch up, taking shots to shoot for no ligature
marks on the wrists like Shinola glitter, ain’t fish scale,
singing that lovely figaro, hit her once, forget Ishmael
hail from the ash of the smog, no coughs for the sickness,
exhale the cash from Prague where i sought my richness
fitness for the hogs, seek to trash my name, send em running,
slick is the way i clog up their cache, could say i’m stuntin’
evil like knievel, flashy as his jumpsuit,
weasel out illegal lassies, he’ll stump soon
dump deliveries down, done decent dros,
dojo done dime a dozen, diesel dropped in dirty doses
hook:
dump that diesel in the tank,
pump the easel full of dank
make the word art pop like a magazine collage,
take a third off the track, save for the montage
jump over the needle covered in swank,
bump the eagle off his flank,
my words strike you like a verbal barrage,
making your peace with a good mirage
verse 2:
cloaked the dagger, i croaked your jagger,
then i toked the shwagger, cuz i smoked the blabber
choked the tagger, pressed his cannon to the wall,
blew a couple puffs out before he dropped the ball
lost his marbles while he struggled and gargled,
sloshed like the marshall, but he smuggled the cuadro
new coke, all interest lost, don’t tell the bank,
you broke, simplest cost, go to hell, thanks
shit sewed so simply, set sale so small,
tricked and towed, taught to tell tenacious tales tall
short attention spans, like Gen Alpha on 60 Seconds,
export pension grands to Valhalla, no shifty weapons
Odin puts rings on all the bitches’ fingers, infinite,
show them wings on all his riches, ringers intimate
wings like Hermes, don’t shoot the messenger,
don’t give him a Red Bull, remember the pensioner
hook:
verse 3:
i’ll paint your body with blood from your exit wounds,
faint for a John Doe from the hood, doc says it’s doomed
rained like a monsoon, Big Bog came back full force,
he trained the storms to hit hard, named them Bull Horse
hull of the ship cracked, sink deeper than your love life,
skull and ribs cracked by bones of leaders of strife
the structure more rigid than the beat, meat under heat,
puncture with the thermo probe, no repeat defeat
pleated Homme jacket, soaked in rain water,
heated in the placket, smoked the main talker
greeted thirty maggots, doped brain not stronger,
cheated curvy black chicks, revoked a million dollars
treat you like a junky at Thanksgiving, cold turkey,
i’ll leave you shook worse than methadone, lone journey
verses so cold, gotta give you the OJ, no gloves,
turkey noodle soup out of stock, okay, low doves
bridge:
hey blud, we need to liquidate our assets
no duds, the sweeper intimidate the brassets
lost my head, cost my friend, all alone,
dropped the bread, tossed the lead, call Ramone
i think it’s safe to say the story’s gone off the rail,
like the tall tale from bar thirty four, soft and frail
always wear a ski mask when the ugly mug rob the bank,
reclaim your assets, unless you wanna walk the plank
verse 4:
pirate my music, cuz i don’t give a fuck about my label,
irate, i’m too sick, i won’t live to duck another cable
tables turned like a lazy susan Marantz, food for thought,
cradle learned how to make my gats, screwed a lot
i’ll facetime ya momma, funeral’s closed casket,
no base line for commas, numeral’s composed tax cuts
can’t afford to bury ya, leave ya to the elements,
absurd to carry a beaver for no emphasis
no emphasis on your life, less worth than a common seven inch,
no nemesis is less than this, you’re nobody, don’t question this
the doctor said i’d die lit if i kept the spliff tucked ‘tween my lips,
hit the cherry in the pit til i’m fit to spit a crit, clean my rips
you puff the blunt like a one hit wonder, call you Afroman,
take me out cuz i swiped the lean back, call it my bad day, agro clan
plan to take my methods, i’ll make sure you’re threw aside,
cuz when i’m through with you, you’ll contemplate suicide

I like the idea of the syndicate, but I feel it's main mechanic needs more oomf. However, I also don't want to lose the the incredible narrative ability it has right now- and after discussion with a friend, I've begun to feel that the foundation of the syndicate shouldn't be restricted to a single subclass, but an ability available to all, manifesting differently for each class. Almost like the connections, but usable beyond session zero. Below I've given some examples of what I mean- each one is tailored to trigger off an appropriate environment, has a different archetype they fulfill, and has unique complications.
Additionally, I've also added that this ability may be triggered by spending hope. While not a necessity, I feel that adding a minor cost both gives the ability more narrative weight, like fear for a GM, and encourages the player to feel like they're allowed to get involved with the worldbuilding. After all, if they spent hope it's not flavor like the connections are, it's a mechanic!
Let me know what y'all think!

Bard

Once per city or famous location, you may spend a hope to explain that you know a memorable character that can be found there. Give them a name, note how you think they could be useful, and choose one from the list below:

• They’re always busy with some wild adventure.
• They are always frustratingly cryptic and indirect.
• Our bond is often outweighed by our rivalry.
• Everything about them is incredibly suspicious.
• I only know of them from stories.

Druid

Once per forest or other wilderness location, you may spend a hope to explain that you know a reclusive or naturalistic being or society that can be found there. Give them a name, note how you think they could be useful, and choose one from the list below:

• They deeply distrust outsiders.
• Their perspective is alien to most mortals.
• They are dangerous even to those they care for.
• They cannot be reached without great effort.
• They rarely intervene in the outside world.

Guardian

Once per region or city, you may spend a hope to explain that you know a powerful or vulnerable person or people that can be found there. Give them a name, note how you think they could be useful, and choose one from the list below:

• They are considered outsiders, feared and disliked.
• They have obligations of their own to consider.
• You’ve let them down in the past.
• You’ve been on opposite sides in the past.
• They put their own interests above all else.

And Rogue would maintain the syndicate's set with minor changes:
Once per prominent town or well populated environment, you may spend a hope to explain that you know a shady individual or group that can be found there. Give them a name, note how you think they could be useful, and choose one from the list below.

That’s all it was. A game.
Something my friends and I used to play during the summer when we had nothing better to do. I never expected that it would get so out of hand.
I never expected it to come back long after recovery.
To anyone reading, please don’t do what I did.
I’m putting this out there to warn people.
On that warm summer evening, we played the role of Pandora.
Except, the monsters we released were far worse than what’s told in stories.
Because stories end.
And this doesn’t.
I still remember the date. July 16, 2013. I was an upcoming senior in high school while the others were getting prepared for their freshman year of college, raving on about their majors, life plans, dorms, you get the point. The summer had been bittersweet as those months would be the last I’d see them for a while. Because of this, Anthony, Lola, Eliza, and I would spend the bulk of our time together going to festivals and various camping trips, trying to make the most out of the summer while we could. On that day, the day I wish I could forget, Eliza had run late to one of our hangouts at my place. This was odd since as an Ivy league student, she was usually early or right on time to these kind of things. Half past three, we heard her knocking on my door rapidly, which was also out of character considering that she was usually the calm one in our group. A bit worried, I hurried down the stairs with Anthony and Lola following close behind, expecting Eliza to be in hysterics due to her frantic behavior. When I opened the door, however, there she was with a bright smile on her face, her red hair getting in the way of her eyes, which were a dark green shade. She pushed her hair out of her face with one hand and held a brown box in the other, and she was bouncing up and down as she usually does when she’s about to talk about something exciting.
“You’ll never believe what I found.” Eliza’s voice could barely hold her impatience as she stepped inside and kicked her shoes off once she crossed over my threshold.
“What’s up with you today?” Anthony questioned, looking more confused than concerned now.
“I’ll show you guys in a minute. Can we go up to your room, Felix?” Eliza looked over at me with her trademark smile, knowing damn well we were all too curious to just leave that box unopened. Without a word, I led the group up to my room and shut the door after everyone had walked in. Anthony took his usual spot on my beanbag and unzipped his hoodie, which had the MSM logo sprawled across the front in big red letters. He adjusted his dark rimmed glasses and took on his usual stoic expression. Lola wore a dark blue FIT shirt, which she revealed more of when she moved her locs over her shoulder as she sat on my desk chair and wheeled over to us. As she did, the various necklaces she wore clinked against each other. Eliza herself was the smartest out of the group, and probably in the whole school as well. She had gotten accepted into multiple prestigious schools, but ultimately settled for Harvard to pursue a degree in some obscure philanthropic career. Unlike Anthony and Lola, Eliza wore her regular outfit –usually a white tank top and jeans– and sat on my bed with the box in her lap. I took a seat next to her to get a closer look.
“So what’d you find?” The others moved closer.
“Something we probably haven’t thought about for a really long time. Do you guys remember that one game we used to play in middle school? The one we made after Felix joined our class?” Eliza looked at our puzzled faces to see if we had connected the dots, but her clue didn’t seem to strike any of us with familiarity.
“After Felix joined? Didn’t we just hang out or something that weekend?” Anthony questioned.
“We did, but there was something else,” Eliza raised an eyebrow, “you guys seriously don’t remember?”
At that moment, I saw Lola’s eyes light up and a thin smile grew on her lips, something she always did whenever she was able to figure something out.
“You mean that little map game we played? Where we would go out to the woods and explore?”
Both Anthony and I seemed to have remembered as well with the mention of a ‘map game.’ I chimed in, “ yeah I remember! Every once in a while when we were all bored, we’d pick a random spot on a map to go to and explore there for a bit, right? When did we stop doing that anyways? I remember really enjoying it.”
“Well life happens,” Eliza responded to me, “but I was thinking of things to do for the rest of the summer when I suddenly remembered that game! That’s why I was so late for our meetup today, I was looking through my attic for this.” Eliza shook the box slightly and a couple things clattered around inside.
“There’s no way.” Anthony sounded like he was in disbelief.
“You mean…?” Lola sat forward in the chair. Eliza smirked, her adventurous nature creeping out as realization swept over us like a wave.
“Mhm! I found the map we used to use as well as the things we collected from our little escapades.” With that, Eliza opened the box, revealing a folded piece of paper and various trinkets scattered over the bottom of the capsule. Lola squealed with excitement and immediately snatched the box from Eliza, who simply chuckled and leaned back on the bed.
“No way! Everything’s still in here!” Lola digged through the box and placed whatever objects she found across the blanket. Anthony got up and sat at the foot of my bed, to observe our findings more closely. There was a piece of some clay pottery, some rusty springs and scraps of metal, an old digital camera, and some other random stuff I can’t recall to memory right now. Anthony picked up a spring and turned it in his palm.
“Shit man, this is from that abandoned junkyard we found in 8th grade…that feels like such a long time ago now.”
I examined the piece of pottery with Eliza looking over my shoulder. Lola picked up the digital camera.
“Do you remember where this came from?” I turned to Eliza and held up my discovery.
“No clue,” she shrugged. It must have been a while ago if even she didn’t remember. I turned the piece over and grew curious when I saw weird symbols inscribed on the inside of it. I squinted a bit, trying to discern some sort of pattern within the scribbles.
I turned to Eliza again, “hey, what do you think-”
“OH MY GOD GUYS IT STILL WORKS!” Lola’s voice went up a whole octave as she motioned to us.
The rest of us looked up as she turned the camera to face us. There were various photos we went through. All of us at lakes, museums, exploring the woods; everything we did from 7th grade until my freshman year seemed to be documented. The last photo was arguable the best and msot bittersweet. It was a picture of the whole group from a while ago. We were sitting at Eliza’s dinner table with a giant chocolate cake on the middle of it adorned with two candles shaped like the numbers one and five. Eliza was talking to me in the photo. Her hair was even more red at the time and she wore it in a braid. I looked about the same in the photo as I did then, with light brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles scattered all over my body and face. I was smiling sheepishly at Eliza. I now knew why Anthony said it was obvious I had a crush on her in 8th grade. Lola went through the most changes out of all of us. At the time in the photo, she had her hair straightened and side-swept, with a bright pink streak in her bangs. She wore clunky jewlery and a frilly skirt underneath a long tank top, leaning over the table to cut another slice of cake. All of us had birthday hats on except for Anthony, who kept his sitting on the table. He held up a peace sign staring straight into the camera with a stoic expression. He looked like a statue compared to the rest of us, who were laughing and smiling. You could tell he was having fun, though.
“Well don’t you look like a ray of sunshine,” Lola snickered as Anthony shot her a dirty look.
“At least I didn’t go through some weird scene phase in freshman year,” He smiled and watched Lola’s face, knowing she was blushing despite her dark skin which made it practically invisible. I let a laugh slip out, but quickly stifled it knowing that if I kept going it would mean death. Lola side-eyed me and continued, “I was using my creative liberty to experiment with my options as an artist,” she said with an overly-posh accent that made Eliza laugh.
“Yeah Anthony, don’t be such a downer,” Eliza teased. Anthony simply rolled his eyes and suppressed a smile to pretend like he was mad at all of us. He looked into the box and picked up the paper we left, unfolding it with a hint of excitement and curiosity. When he looked at it, only two words came out of his mouth.
“Holy shit.”
“What, what is it?” Lola tried to look at the other side of the paper, but Anthony quickly held it out of her view.
“What if I didn’t want to show you?” A smile crept onto his face. This was one of those rare moments where he’d be in the moos to joke around with us.
“Don’t be a dick bro,” I said, laughing as I went to grab for the paper. Anthony just held it up in the air and pushed me off of him and I landed on my floor. While he was distracted, though, Eliza took her chance and snatched the paper right out of his hand.
“You boys need to learn to be nice,” she warned in her jokingly stern voice as she unfolded the paper and spread it out onto my bed. We all leaned over to look.
It was a map of a couple towns including ours. There were around ten small star stickers placed on different areas on the map near the streets the four of us lived in. On the top of the map, a couple words were scrawled in black sharpie; “Pick a Place!” I could see everyone’s faces light up.
“Oh my god it’s our map!” Lola shouted and pointed to one of the stars near her street, “this was where we found that old junkyard right?”
Eliza smiled, “I remember that. It feels like such a long time ago now.” She pointed to another star, “and this is where we found that lake we made a hideout of. I still remember swimming in there in 8th grade…”
The four of us reminisced for a while, talking about where we had gone and what we did there, and how impressive it was that we didn’t get tetanus from that junkyard. After nearly an hour of conversation, Eliza asked something that made all of us stop.
“So how about it guys? Do you want to do one last round before the summer ends?”
The rest of us looked around at each other. It was clear we all wanted to do it. Eliza seemed to catch on and she nodded.
“Who wants to pick where we go?”
“How about you do the honors?” Lola suggested, motioning towards the map. “You’re the one that brought this stuff in anyways.”
Eliza raised her eyebrow but didn’t object. Without a word, she examined the map for a few minutes, then placed her finger on one spot a bit far from my house.
“How about here?”
“You think we can make it that far?” Anthony asked.
“Well, we can drive now so why not?”
“You sure there’s some type of trail we can drive on? That spot looks pretty deep in the woods”
“We can find a path to drive on for a bit then walk the rest of the way. C’mon guys, this is probably our last chance to do something like this! Felix, you can drive right?”
Eliza and the rest turned to me with a hopeful expression. I had to comply.
“Sure. No big deal, right?”
All three of them cheered and high fived each other, looking pretty excited to go on one last adventure.
“So when do we leave?” I questioned.
Eliza flashed that smile again, “right now.”
“Right now?!”
“Hell yeah,” Lola chimed in. “It shouldn’t take that long, right?”
“I guess…” Even then I felt uneasy about the whole thing. I didn’t feel prepared enough to go on some random trip into the woods. I needed to pack food, water, flashlights, I had no idea how long this was going to take. Little did I know that those things would be the least of my worries a couple hours from then. I wish I could go back and convince my 17-year-old self that it wasn’t worth it, that I should just convince my friends to stay and talk for the rest of the day. I wish Eliza had never remembered that stupid game. In a way, I’m almost mad at her for what happened, but I know it wasn’t anyones fault. We just wanted to have fun. I wish we could’ve just had fun. But God had a different plan for us. One that made me think Satan himself devised it instead. On July 16, 2013, Anthony He, Lola Smith, Eliza Landserson, and Felix Johanson went on an adventure that none of them were ready for.
Author's Note:
If you just read all of that then thank you so so so much for doing so! I'm a rookie writer, so feel free to comment any constructive criticism you might have if you have actual writing experience! This is the first silly little story I'm posting here, so I hope you enjoyed :)