This is the scene I got scolded, last night, for not running. Again, I guess.
Here’s the thing.
I’ve been ignoring one of the players at the table for a really long time. I shouldn’t have been.
They’ve been having a frustrating, bad time since halfway through the Menagerie, and honestly questioning if they should be playing games at all, because their experience has been poor so often, and usually laid at their feet.
If it weren’t for the other games they were playing that buoyed their sense of self worth back up, I’m pretty sure they would have given the whole thing up, to be honest - not this group, but gaming in general. As it is, I have to talk them into logging in, every week, because it feels to them like stepping into a firing range on the wrong end. The only question is who’s going to be firing.
And in hindsight, I’m not sure I was doing the right thing by convincing them.
So they’re going to take a break. I can’t talk them into this anymore.