Pieter (Peter), A Dungeon Master.

Author's note: I am a dyslexic, Dutch guy. I will use common Dutch names (preferably those that translate well into English) and Dutch place names for ease of writing. I have some experience writing in English, but I need practice. Feel free to give me tips and pointers.

Pieter was a guy in his early thirties who had flunked out of university in his first year —a blessing in disguise. Unlike most of his friends, who had finished their bachelor's degrees. He did not have debt. He ended up with a food safety certification instead of a software engineering degree. As a result, he ended up working for a catering company. He could manage the food prep instead of his boss and, as a result, had a better wage than most of his colleagues - - - - - -

(Pieter pov)

It was 10 am Sunday morning I didn't want to wake up but in two hours people will start showing up for the game.

I start the oven to heat up and wonder, "Should I even bake fresh bread for myself?" Rubbing my eyes, I head for a shower. After coming out of it, I see a clean-shaven man with a small protruding belly poking out.

Yeah, let's bake some small breads. I take some of my par-baked bread out of the freezer and finish it off in the oven.

I finish making breakfast and set up the dining table to play D&D in my small apartment.

The four players showed up one by one.

First, Anne, a calm gal who could confidently be called the mom friend of the group. She was a brunette who had gotten lucky with a job at one of the companies he catered for. Any time she walked in, he could not keep his eyes off her hips swaying side to side. She played an elven cleric, Sylviana of the Great Veluwe Meadow. Her god is a meadow god called Elves (El-ves). Her character is mainly focused on supporting the party and healing. I told her numerous times that she doesn't need to pick all her spells like that, but she doesn't listen.

Second, Bart, a younger member who ended up at ASML. A gym-bro when outside of work, inside of work, he did sales, if I remember correctly. I am having trouble keeping in shape. Somehow, he, with his desk job, manages to build muscle like it is no one's business. He plays an orcish barbarian named Barbar. He is here just for combat and dumb decisions, and that shows.

Third, Roos (Rose), A tomboyish girl who grew up in the same town and had been with him since primary school. She had found a job working for Philips. She had gushed that she would be making the things that would revolutionise medical science. She had short black hair. It used to turn brown during the summer when she was younger. She plays a wood elf warlock named "Honey Friend" in elvish. She asked if we could have some regular back-and-forth in character. Her patron is an Archfey of Fresh and sweet fruits, which she calls "father of all things sweet." She likes to tease me.

Last in, as always, was Robin. A ditz of a man who would forget his head if it wasn't stuck to his body. He is trying to make it as a streamer. He had asked if we could stream the game, and I refused. He lived at his parents' place and could never host, even if we asked him to. He played as a female human paladin who rushed into everything. Her god is Torm, specifically the self-sacrifice part with the oath of devotion. I, at some point, jokingly said, "Darkness, there are better ways to satisfy your needs." He awkwardly looked away.

After a small time catching up with this week's events, we begin the game.