p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 24.999999999999996pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Smoke Trees?/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"A Dungeons and Daddies fanfiction/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"(spoilers, but you knew that)/span/p
p style="text-align: center;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Another boring day at the Black Mesa res- sorry, I mean, another day in the forgotten realms, Glenn, currently playing Snake on Darryl's Nokia phone, looked up to see Erin O' Neil, the daddies' current hostess, or landlady, as Suchabutt put it, Erin was watering her garden and smiling fondly at the fetuses or whatever Erin thinks they are. Glenn walked up to the orangette and smiled as he brushed his bangs from his eyes, smiling as he gave the phone to Erin "here, you give it a go" he said, and, wanting Erin to feel good about it, whistled to give Erin some bardic inspiration. Erin took the Nokia and smiled softly as she felt like she gained an extra 1d8 to use after she rolls but before she knows the outcome of the roll./span/p
p style="text-align: center;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"After a couple of hours of passing the game back and forth, Glenn and Erin looked at one another and Erin sighed "well, it's getting pretty late, I guess, we should probably hit the hay" she said and began walking into her house. Glenn, feeling a quick flash in his heart, stood up and followed Erin "Erin, wait, uh… what if you and I hung out for a while… like… at a Bullwog's?" he asked, a slight smile hanging on his face, his blue eyes being hidden by his super cool shades(patent pending). Erin smiled at the christmas coverband rocker, Erin's only response was to nod with a smile/span/p
p style="text-align: center;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"An hour later and Erin and Glenn were at a Bullywog's, both being relieved that almost nobody was there. Mainly just the bard who was currently singing "how could we not talk about combat when combat's all that we got, grew up in the octagon with all the punches he's caught" which Erin was currently jamming out to. Glenn, on the other hand was just looking for a nice table, and looking at the unfortunate foster children who were fighting in the pentagon, seeing if there was anybody worth betting on, finding nobody with "the eye of the tiger" as it were, he sat down with Erin and began looking over his menu./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Okay, so this is chapter one, I think I'm probably gonna watch some more, oh, and if you read this with no clue what Dungeons and Daddies is, it's a rowdy, horny, violent podcast for grownups, content warnings can be found in the episode description. Also, this is my first fan fiction so… fuck off?/span/p
p style="text-align: center;"strong id="docs-internal-guid-fc850a47-7fff-ecef-874e-f3ba4b54b3f0" style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"A Dungeons and Daddies fanfiction/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"(spoilers, but you knew that)/span/p
p style="text-align: center;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Another boring day at the Black Mesa res- sorry, I mean, another day in the forgotten realms, Glenn, currently playing Snake on Darryl's Nokia phone, looked up to see Erin O' Neil, the daddies' current hostess, or landlady, as Suchabutt put it, Erin was watering her garden and smiling fondly at the fetuses or whatever Erin thinks they are. Glenn walked up to the orangette and smiled as he brushed his bangs from his eyes, smiling as he gave the phone to Erin "here, you give it a go" he said, and, wanting Erin to feel good about it, whistled to give Erin some bardic inspiration. Erin took the Nokia and smiled softly as she felt like she gained an extra 1d8 to use after she rolls but before she knows the outcome of the roll./span/p
p style="text-align: center;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"After a couple of hours of passing the game back and forth, Glenn and Erin looked at one another and Erin sighed "well, it's getting pretty late, I guess, we should probably hit the hay" she said and began walking into her house. Glenn, feeling a quick flash in his heart, stood up and followed Erin "Erin, wait, uh… what if you and I hung out for a while… like… at a Bullwog's?" he asked, a slight smile hanging on his face, his blue eyes being hidden by his super cool shades(patent pending). Erin smiled at the christmas coverband rocker, Erin's only response was to nod with a smile/span/p
p style="text-align: center;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"An hour later and Erin and Glenn were at a Bullywog's, both being relieved that almost nobody was there. Mainly just the bard who was currently singing "how could we not talk about combat when combat's all that we got, grew up in the octagon with all the punches he's caught" which Erin was currently jamming out to. Glenn, on the other hand was just looking for a nice table, and looking at the unfortunate foster children who were fighting in the pentagon, seeing if there was anybody worth betting on, finding nobody with "the eye of the tiger" as it were, he sat down with Erin and began looking over his menu./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Okay, so this is chapter one, I think I'm probably gonna watch some more, oh, and if you read this with no clue what Dungeons and Daddies is, it's a rowdy, horny, violent podcast for grownups, content warnings can be found in the episode description. Also, this is my first fan fiction so… fuck off?/span/p