Your Friends Will Be There for You. Your Work Won't.
There’s a table in a rented house in Queenscliff — nothing fancy, just whatever furniture came with the place — with a hand-drawn map spread across it, dice scattered at the edges, and snacks slowly migrating toward the centre of the board.
Once a year, Steve, one of our friends, organises for us to make a trip down to Queenscliff to play tabletop RPGs for a weekend. More recently, we’ve started playing monthly or fortnightly at home too. Nothing glamorous about any of it. We’re not Glass Cannon Network or Critical Role — no cameras, no production values, no audience watching us roleplay with solemn gravity.
