Somewhere in the back of my brain is a program running that tells stories as I go to keep me entertained during the day. Don't believe me? Here's an excerpt from just a few hours ago.
Old School Nat Geo: ...and the intrepid explorer leaves her safe place in search of Chicken Soup.
Pokemon: Suddenly, a Wild Grocery Store appears!
D&D: Roll for initiative. You need to have a five or higher shopping to begin.
Pokemon: Wild Grocery Store uses Overwhelm!
Old School Nat Geo: Umm... and the intrepid explorer forges onward through impossible odds...
D&D: You have a 6 shopping. Roll for damage.
Pokemon: Wild Grocery Store faints!
Old School Nat Geo: Now wait just one cotton pickin' minute! I was here first! Dagnabit, you can't just jump into my show!
Pokemon: A wild National Geographic Narrator attacks!
D&D: Roll for - aw whatever. Dude, I'm the Dungeon Master here! I call the shots!
Old School Nat Geo: No you don't! Put yer dukes up!
Pokemon: Pikachu!
At this point they all begin squabbling, and that's when my brain short circuits and freezes while I stand helplessly staring at some cereal boxes.
Meanwhile...
Starfleet Command: Good job, Captain. You've accomplished your mission. Pay for your chicken soup and bring the USS Enterprise back into Federation space.
To be continued...
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