DnDQuest

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You stand on the face of a giant ornate clock, every tick escaping into the nothingness surrounding you.
It feels as if nothing happens for the longest time, before a voice shakes you, reverberating through your essence.

"Many chances we have given, you have taken none.
Now your time has passed, and anothers journey will soon begin."

There is a silence, and you try to respond, but when you open your mouth, no words come.

"Although your journey is at an end, your duty is not yet fulfilled. We offer you a final choice:
Guide this new one, or face nonexistence.
Choose wisely."

The clock chimes, and its face begigins to rumble. A crack forms down the centure, slowly creeping towards you as the rumbling intensifies. The crack opens into a fissure, widening beneath your feet, and you begin to fall down into the nothingness.


You wake up in the middle of class, pretty hazily. You don't remember much at all, and you have a headache. Looking down, you see a blank test. It takes a second to register, before you mutter
>Oh, shit

The two people sitting to your left and right glance up, and they both stifle laughter.
Those two people, you realize, are your best friends, and if it weren't for the incredible headache, you wouldn't be blanking on their names.

To the left, the guy who's been your best friend since grade school, and your D&D partner since middle,
>(Roll 1d6, first 6 names him)

To your right, a girl who helped you branch out socially, and kept you from being completely autistic in high school.
>(Roll 1d6, first 1 names her)

You look at the test. You haven't even written your own name. You try to think of it, but it's just too hard to focus with this fucking headache.
>(Roll 1d6, first 4 names our protagonist)