Depressed Wombat

Taking off your muddy helmet and ruffling your matted hair, the cheery tavern music and aroma flows through your aching body. Your heavy sword thumps to the ground, turning a few heads as fellow patrons notice dried blood and grime spattered across your face and armor. With a sigh, you take a seat on a creaky wooden stool as your partner waves over the waitress. “ Good evening adventurers, what can I ge--- ” the waitress happily asks as she walks closer to your table but is cut off. “ Urgh… go back to whichever forest you came from, elf ” your partner grumbles loudly, as the waitress gasps in surprise and turns red with embarrassment. You don’t blame him for his rather discriminatory behavior considering that both his parents were slaughtered by rebel elves a decade ago. “ Come on Calix… it’s not her fault ” you hiss under your breath as you start to feel awkward by being associated with his brash behavior. The elven waitress’ long ears droop in humiliation as she slowly backs away wit...

  “ I promise nothing will happen! ” you grumble in frustration as Gabriel looks at you doubtfully with his eyebrow raised. Pacing around Gabriel’s apartment, you hear his phone vibrating with notifications as friends continue to message him with updates and images. “ It’s your birthday… I don’t wanna miss it ” you whine, stopping in front of Gabriel to get his attention as he replies to the messages. “ Dude… it’s the time of the month ” Gabriel snaps back almost in anger as he grabs his jacket from the couch and walks towards the exit. “ I can’t have you spreading the curse on my birthday ” he continues with a sigh as he checks his phone for directions to the club. “ You’re half the reason why I got cursed in the first place… ” you shout, blocking Gabriel’s path to the door as he tries to walk past you. “ I’ll wear a mask then… happy? ” you splutter, waving your black facemask in front of him in desperation. Gabriel has been your best friend for years and combined with bottomless ...

  Hearing the lock click open, John looks up from his phone as he lounges lazily on a rather small and dusty sofa. The afternoon sun peeking through the dirty windows does little to illuminate the figure stepping through the door and into an untidy living room. With a sigh, John rolls his eyes in annoyance as sees a small wooden box held tightly in his roommate’s hand. “ So… what did you find this time? ” John mutters, looking back at his phone as he recalls all the instances Alec bought borderline trash into their shared apartment believing that it is a long-lost relic. His wild obsession started a few months ago and continued every weekend during his free time, resulting in odd artifacts and objects lying around the room startling unexpecting guests. “ This ring. Forged centuries ago! ” Alec whispers dramatically as he carefully opens the box to reveal a slightly misshapen silver ring with a smooth onyx stone stuck on top. Watching Alec awkwardly pick the ring up from the box, Jo...