Game night.

It is your new weekly rpg night, you have been doing it for the 4 months since you died. Your group is; John, IRL salaryman and in game human thief; Donny, IRL huckster (does strange, hard to explain things for money) and in game kobold sorcerer; Bob, IRL janitor and in game dwarf paladin; yourself who plays an elf druid; and Andy IRL freelance writer and your game master. The campaign thus far has been a grueling dungeon crawl. You have been trapped in an extradimensional maze and **** into encounter after encounter, solving puzzles and defeating hordes of monsters, punctuated by tactical nightmare boss fights that leave you mentally exhausted. It is probabally the best dungeon you have ever played but you do enjoy the rp element (of course that is another side effect as you hated that part before) which has been extremely light.

Andy hunches behind his screen and intones "You stand over the baylor, it's massive body still dangerous even in **** it starts to crack and belch black flames." you jump in "Now that it is dead and can't resist I cast hallow." He pops up and actually gives a proud smile "The corpse vanishes in a blinding flash of light and is replaced with a portal, through which you can see the tiny town of apple grove, the very place where the dark wizard theron cast you into the maze." You and the boys briefly discuss what you should do and decide that going through the portal is the first thing and the second is keeping a low profile so you decide to split up into two groups but they decide to let you pick the teams.