The Pink Dice Chronicles

Seikung was not the warm welcome they had expected. The city, as they had heard, was under quarantine. Othinn, however, was lucky to find Commander Yan Xi, an old acquaitance of his in command of the Wu Jen in charge of maintaining the force bubble that cut of Seikung from the rest of the world. The stories were bad. A wave of bad luck had spread over the city. These weren't stubbed toes and rotten vegetables. The city had fallen into chaos and people were dying. The Imperial Wu Jen and Imperial guard were brought in to quarantine the city. Even a few of them, too near the city, were affected by the bad luck magics. Whistler was too motivated, after having made the trek from Tulpa to stop now. There was word his wife was here. Well, maybe his wife, but surely her body, taken from him by some fiendish creature. The party had, under direction of Commander Yan Xi, been given the orders to enter the city and investigate. Amelia, being from the city, lead them through. The results...

I am done with twitter; maybe I am done with the gaming community. The twitter gaming community seems to condone the "Dear Men / White Men / White People" messages being put out in the community. I am a middle-aged overweight cis white male, and according to these people that makes me the problem. I have been called out, as part of this larger group by people preaching hate. My actions are not considered. There was immediate backlash when I tried to call this out as unfair. I am truly deeply hurt. I think less of myself. I think less of my contributions to the community. When I needed a positive message or just a helping hand, there were none, not from strangers, not from people I admire. My daughter came and hugged me when she saw I was leaving twitter. It made me cry. She knows how much I put into this. I don't like to quit, not as an example to her. I just can't be healthy in this environment, this community anymore. I can't be an ally and a voice for divers...