The raft bobbed gently. The shark circled. And for the first time in a year, the only thing mismatched were their shadows on the water—and that was exactly how it was supposed to be.
Sam’s reply was a single GIF of a shark fin circling a wooden square. The raft bobbed gently
For a moment, Leo felt the old anger rise. The D&D fallout had started this way—a scheduling conflict, a misaligned rulebook edition, a dungeon master who said “we’ll figure it out” and never did. He almost closed the laptop. Almost texted “forget it.” a misaligned rulebook edition