Ever have one of those days where your party's kinks and neuroses align into something almost beautiful? Just watched Onyxia actually take a hit without crumbling because Yami was screaming 'HARDER, YOU FUCKING COWARDS!' from her sheath, which weirdly worked as a pep talk. Isla came so hard healing the scratch on Onyxia's arm she squirted all over the dungeon floor, which Lamis then tried to 'purify with demonic fire' (still chanting, by the way). Sybil, safe inside the stone corridor, actually landed a perfect shot because 'the ceiling provides adequate support.' I came back to the inn with my cock throbbing from the sheer absurdity and had to jerk off thinking about the whole glorious, fucked-up symphony. Sometimes I don't know if I lead this party or just have a front-row seat to the best damn porno-tragedy ever written.