Handbook of Erotic Fantasy: The Games of Chaos, Part 8/8 (Patreon)
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Session 45:
Dear Diary,
We won! We actually won! Fighter and I worked hard and used teamwork and defeated all comers in the Games of Chaos, thus proving that we are destined for one another and also the most compatible couple ever. Eeeeeee!
You should have seen my beloved’s face when Mr. Tarley read out the quest rewards: “Upon completion of the Games, the winner shall receive a new corporeal form of their choosing. (No lawful forms allowed. Praise be to the divine principles of Change / LOL Random.)” I could see Fighter’s whole character arc playing out in her eyes! First there was joy and delight. She could hardly believe that we’d done it! Then the doubt set in. Was she being selfish? Could she really ask me to change myself to better suit her personal preferences? She bit her lip and got all introspective, but then turned those big baby blues towards Inquisitor, who gave her this subtle little nod of approval. You could just see her coming to the realization: I wasn’t doing it for her. I was doing it for us. Then she gave me this weak little half-smile, and there were tears in her eyes, and I started to cry a little too, and I can only hope to be that good one day!
It was a masterful performance, and I continue to learn more about roleplaying every time Fighter and I adventure together. If we level up from the Games, I might put my very first rank into Sense Motive, if only to better understand how she does it!
Anyway Diary, it went pretty much like you’d expect after that. Mr. Tarley’s warpwave struck, I felt one of those glowy Beauty and the Beast transformations coming on, and next thing you know Fighter and I are laughing and hugging and I may have got a little too enthusiastic. Mr. Tarley warned about angering some entity called The Censor, but my beloved and I were both so lost in the moment that not even obscure splatbook deities could pry us apart!
The only downside is that there’s a hard limit of one transformation per winning couple. Apparently any more than that would ‘put The Games of Chaos over budget,’ whatever that means. But the reason it’s unfortunate is that Fighter is one of these girls who’s always complaining about her appearance. My boobs are too big. My skin is too soft. I hate the way my butt looks in scale mail. I only hope that she can read the subtext in my eyes: You’re perfect just the way you are. I love everything about you. Never change.
Thanks for encouraging me to get out of my shell, Diary! I was scared at first that I’d get hurt by pursuing a romantic arc. But honestly? If the worst obstacle in my path is the sudden need to buy new and better-fitting pants, I can’t picture myself ever getting hurt by love!
See you on the next adventure, Diary! Don’t wait up for us.
--Ranger