New Game MinusThe goblin's club is already descending when your body moves without thought—not toward the weapon, but toward the humiliation. You duck under the swing, rusty spoon clutched in one white-knuckled fist, and you drive it with all the force y
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House RulesThe kitchen smells like last night's stir-fry and the permanent ambient grease that wafts up through the floorboards from the chicken shop downstairs. Your toast is going cold on the counter — cheap supermarket bread, barely toasted, the ki
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