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I really love to ride my motorcycle. When I want to just get away and be by myself and clear my head, that's what I do.
Surgeon have me good news everything is healing fine. I'm back riding again. And re-buying my dream bike this weekend.
My wife may have left me but I am finally going to be able ride freely.
To those wondering, life's short go get a motorcycle.
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TW: motorcycle crash, trauma
A coping mechanism I found years ago was when I went through something traumatic, I would write it down. Every detail I could remember. I don't know why, but getting it out kept it out of my head for the most part. Helped me move on.
If you've been here a bit, you know I was in a motorcycle accident back in April. As much as I joke about it in real life, that shit scared me. Scared me enough to keep me off a bike? No way in hell, but it's another thing to add to my list of reasons to be scared of semi trucks. And, well, to get it out, I wrote it down. And I don't want this one to just live in my docs.
(No, my name isn't Jason. Almost was. It was one of the two names I was thinking of when I came out as trans.)
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Jason's wrist twisted hard, opening the throttle fully. The only sound he could hear was his own engine revving to its red line. The semi continued towards him, taking over his lane, pushing him towards the fast lane. He didn't even see the pickup on his other side as it slammed into the left side of his bike. It all quickly became a blur as he hit the semi and back into the pickup before all he knew was the rough asphalt. Armor, cloth, and skin, shredding as he slid. Seventy miles an hour quickly dwindled down to zero.
He didn't move, his hands tingling as he forced himself to breathe. His eyes glued to his own head lights staring at him from fifty feet down the highway, a brightlight at what seemed like a black tunnel. His visor had flipped up, half open. His own breathing echoed in his head, his heart beat pounding in his ears, drowning out the sound of traffic coming to a halt behind him. His back was to oncoming traffic, blind to what might be barreling towards his limp body.
He didn't know how long he laid there, headlights staring at him almost taunting. Pain slowly began to blossom in his left foot, solidifying that he was still alive.
A pair of legs walked into his limited field of vision followed closely by a man's face. He could hear his voice but it took a moment for the words to register in his head. There was a second voice, a female. He began to realize it was coming from the phone in the man's hand.
"There's been a motorcycle collision."
Yes. That was what happened. That was the reason he was laying down.
"-ider conscious?"
The man's face came closer, his words now making more sense. "Hey, can you hear me?"
Jason took a breath, stretching his finger, the tingling feeling slowly spreading up his arm. "Ye…yeah. I'm awake." He forced out. His voice seemed almost foreign to him as he pulled in another breath.
"Yes. He's conscious." The man continued to speak to what he assumed was a 911 operator, his words urgent yet calm.
Jason's eyes drifted back to his bike, laying still down the highway. The headlights now dark and the engine silenced, leaving him in a new darkness. He could still see, the street lights casting shadows over the road.
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
The man's voice snapped his attention to the face above him.
Was he? He focused, remembering the throbbing in his foot, now noticing the stabbing in his knee. "My- my left foot and my knee." He said as calmly as he could muster, the shaking in his voice making it waver. The man relayed his words to the operator.
Jason's breath began to shake, rattling in his chest as his mind raced. The weight of what had occurred finally hit him. He didn't notice the tears that had begun to leak from his eyes as his eyes, once again, drifted back to his bike. There were people standing around it now, their mouths moving but no sound reaching his ears.
"-ey, you still with me?"
His eyes snapped back to the man above him. The man was now sitting beside him, his phone nowhere to be seen. "The ambulance is on its way."
Jason gave the man a weak thumbs up, not able to will the rest of his body to move. His backpack kept him pinned on his side, unable to roll either direction. Even with the pain in his leg, his body felt strongly numb.
"My name's Nick. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere till the ambulance gets here. What's your name?"
Jason took a breath, stretching his hands again, grounding himself. "Jason."
Nick offered him a reassuring smile, leaning on his arm to put his head in Jason' field of view.
Jason reached up towards his back pack strap that held tightly to his right shoulder. Nick's hand came gently on his wrist before he could move again. "Hey, kid. Don't move. Don't worry bout your backpack. The EMTs will help get it off when they get here. Just lay still."
Jason reached back to the strap. "...my arm is fine, I want it off. Please."
Reluctantly, Nick helped him carefully get his right arm out, releasing some of the pressure off his shoulder. He mumbled a small thank you, laying his arm back down.
Nick pulled his phone back out, holding it out where I could see it. "Do you want me to call someone?"
Jason took another shaky breath. "Yes. Can you call my dad?"
Nick nodded, "What's his number?"
Jason slowly recited his father's number from memory, quickly hearing the familiar ringing as he hit the call button. It didn't take long for it to go to voice-mail.
"He didn't answer." Nick set his phone on the ground in front of him. "Where is your phone? Is it somewhere easy to get to?"
Jason reached up, patting the pocket just above his right hip. Nick carefully undid the velcro over the pocket, sliding his phone out. It was unlocked due to maps being up so Nick hit the home button, keeping the phone at an angle so Jason could see.
"My dad should be the first one in my 'favorites'." Jason explained.
Nick clicked into contacts, pointing out the one labeled dad before hitting call and putting it on speaker. It had barely gotten to the second ring before Jason heard his father's voice come over the phone.
"Hello, sir. My name's Nick. Your son has been in an accident. He is conscious and we are waiting for the ambulance right now."
Jason could stop a new set of tears that rolled down his cheeks as he heard the fear and worry in his father's voice. "Where are you? What happened?" The questions rolled quickly, his mother's voice faintly in the background.
Nick answered each question calmly, leaving the phone where Jason could hear each response.
"We live four hours south of there . We are heading out now. What hospital are they taking him to?"
Jason listened to the conversation, holding tightly to each word. Nick looked up over Jason as sirens began to approach.
Jason clung desperately to the voices of his parents, new tears following the tracks of those that came before. He forced yet another shaky breath, his haze falling past to where strangers surrounded his bike. They had moved it over, freeing the right lane for traffic to begin to move again.
It wasn't long before more figures surrounded him, moving Nick away from him. He couldn't find the words to ask him to stay. He was scared. The tingling feeling finally beginning to fade as a new face entered his line of sight. He recognized the uniform she wore as most EMTs all wore the same uniform.
She wore a comforting soft smile on her face. Though he could see the concern in her eyes. He had worked with enough first responders to know how to look past the calm mask they all wore. It wasn't one of fear but of urgency.
Seeing as he was surprisingly in one piece, he was already better off than most. Especially since his dumb luck had him almost becoming a speed bump for an 18-wheeler and, subsequently, the rest of highway traffic.
The EMT, who he couldn't quite remember the name she told him, rattled off questions that Jason answered as calmly as he could with his voice wavering as much as it was. He unconsciously begged them not to cut off the backpack. He wasn't quite sure why that was so important, but it escaped his lips. They reassured him and quickly cut the strap, pulling it from his back. He felt the plastic of a backboard lightly hit his back, rolling him onto it in one smooth movement. He knew he was safe, but he couldn't stop the shivers that shook his body. He didn't feel cold at all, but the shivers didn't fade.
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So I'm in the process of starting up another TTRPG Campaign that I'll be running, and when I run a campaign I like giving all the PCs a little individual pre-campaign one-shot, so the players have a chance to get used to roleplaying their PCs in a low-pressure environment, and so that we can figure out, together, how their PC ends up where the campaign is going to start.
And with this new campaign I'm running I'm trying to focus on letting things be a bit more sandboxy and a bit less railroady, because I know that's something that I struggle with in the other campaign I'm running. I've been watching a lot of Adventuring Academy and stuff like that and trying to work on becoming a better DM, but anyways, the attempt at being less reliant on my railroads is what is important here.
Because in the one-shot I ran last night the PC I was running it for killed an extremely important NPC that he definitely wasn't supposed to be able to kill, and I absolutely did not plan for- and it was simultaneously the most hilarious and the most effectively emotionally devastating thing that has ever happened while I was running a TTRPG. But it ended up working REALLY WELL and it's like 12 hours later and I still haven't come down from the high that gave me.
Putting the explanation under a read more (Other players in this campaign, if you can, please refrain from opening it I've already given y'all the rundown of the whole thing w/ any information omitted that you aren't allowed to know yet so you aren't missing much trust me)
So the PC, Echo, belongs to @mookybear12404, who is absolutely wonderful and a joy to DM for.
Some necessary background needed for understanding exactly why what happened was both so hilarious and emotionally devastating:
Echo has amnesia, doesn't remember his life from before he became a science project for a very twisted rich family (The Nocturne Family) attempting to use him as a guinea pig to figure out how to unlock the secrets of immortality. When he isn't being used as a science experiment he's their personal assassin to get rid of anyone inconvenient for them. One day this, like, eight year old kid (Astrophel Nocturne) stumbles upon the place where Echo is being kept, and he can tell something is wrong, but like he's eight, there's not much he can do about it, so he keeps Echo company sometimes and just rambles to him about whatever he can think of. Echo never responds, Echo is mute, and has been taught that he isn't allowed to try to communicate with anyone(even tho he knows sign language) : (. Anyways, fast forward four years, this kid is twelve now, and he has devised a plan to help Echo escape. He smuggles Echo some keys, a map, and basic supplies, adding in a couple kitchen knives in an attempt to give this guy something to defend himself with. And also gives him this plush wolf, because he'll need something to keep him company before he makes real friends.
Using the supplies this kid gave him he's able to successfully escape, he keeps the wolf, names it 'Friend', and has a special pouch sewn into his backpack so he can take it with him everywhere. He also joins a bounty hunter guild and eventually learns how to make his own decisions, take control over, and have agency in his own life. (We're all very proud of him.)
Fast forward another twelve years, he's sitting in his bedroom, polishing his sword, when his sort-of-mentor-sort-of-dad(Kodo Finndal), knocks on the door and asks if he can come in. He's got an uncharacteristically somber look on his face, and a very thick file in his hands. He explains to Echo that they just received news that the entire Nocturne family had been murdered the night before. Nobody knows who did it, or why. It's this terrible mix of emotions because on the one hand he's elated that the people who made the first chunk of his life a living hell and took away his personhood are gone and he doesn't have to be afraid of them anymore. But on the other hand, Astro, the first person to treat him like a person, the kid who helped him escape, and gave him hope, and his freedom, is also dead.
The file Kodo is holding is a potential job that Echo can take if he wants to, Kodo and one of Echo's friends(Zettabyte) had been working on building this file for months, specifically for Echo. It's a mission he hopes will be cathartic for him, he knows that when Echo is having a rough time he tends to throw himself harder into his work, so the hope is that this particular job will help. It's a mission specifically tailored to Echo, an extraction and retrieval mission. Zettabyte had discovered a person(Longshot) in a very similar position to the one Echo had been in for most of his life. She figures, helping this guy escape, will hopefully be good for Echo.
Echo agrees, and heads back to the planet he had escaped from all those years ago to gather intel and start this mission. He goes to a local gay club that one of Longshot's coworkers has been known to frequent, hoping to gain some insight into how best complete this mission.
Now my PLAN for how this was going to play out was:
-While he's in the club his precious motorcycle is stolen (I know this seems mean of me but I needed this motorcycle somewhere else for Reasons)
-Very sad for him but he's got more important things to deal with right now
-Successful extraction of Longshot
-Gets back to the guild
-Is given a new bounty that will lead him to where the campaign is going to start and he will meet the rest of the PCs
Seems simple right???
I sure thought it did. But anyways, just for funsies, I had the person stealing the motorcycle roll a stealth check and he rolled a NATURAL FUCKING ONE. So while Echo is in the club, panicking because some guy just flirted with him and he's never had anyone hit on him before and he just accidentally snubbed this guy hard, he hears the very distinctive sound of his motorcycle engine revving right outside the club.
He sprints out to try and catch the guy before he gets away, and gets there in time to see the guy driving off on his motorcycle. He looks around for anything he can use to catch up to him, sees a couple of other motorcycles, but knows that those aren't able to get up to the same speeds his can. So you'd think this guy is about to get away scott free right? Except I'd made one crucial mistake as a DM.
I'd given Echo a gun.
Echo shoots. Rolls a 19. This guy's AC is 14, so he nails him in the shoulder, rolls minimum damage, does 3 points of damage to this guy, so I think, okay yeah this'll be fine, he'll get away and then things will be back on track. But I'm also trying to work at letting things play out and not try to force things to stick to a strict railroaded plot. So I roll to see if the guy is able to keep his control of the motorcycle after getting shot in the shoulder. This guy rolls a 4, so Absolutely not. He spins out of control, gets flung off the bike, and I roll for damage. Now I had warned Mooky when I let her have this motorcycle that if she ever crashed it at high speeds things would go BADLY. I wasn't thinking about how this might also apply to my NPC. I roll over triple this guy's max health for damage, he's killed on impact. Instadeath, no death saves, no nothing. (This guy was a squishy barely level one character).
Echo absolutely did not intend to kill this guy, so he sprints over to check on him, pours a health potion down his throat before even checking to see if he's alive. It has no effect. This guy is gone. Echo feels bad about it, but also he's seen death before, he's killed before, this isn't a huge deal for him. He still figures he should probably find out who this guy is, in order to know how best to deal with the body. So he has Zettabyte look through the camera feed she installed in his helmet and see if she can identify the guy.
She runs his face through some facial recognition programs. Is able to positively identify the guy, and tells Echo it would be better if he didn't know, to please just leave the guy there, and go. Echo wasn't expecting that response at all, and isn't going to take it, he pushes for Zetta to tell him. She eventually relents. Letting him know, that somehow, in spite of the news that this guy was already dead, that he'd been murdered the night before, somehow, this was Astrophel Nocturne, the kid who'd helped him escape, the kid he owes his life and his freedom to, now grown up.
Echo is devastated, shaking as he types, begging Zetta to give him some way to fix this, some way to bring him back, to resurrect him. To undo what he'd just accidentally done. Now the thing is, in my games, I want death to be pretty dang permanent, it's not really something that one can undo. Gives it more weight. Echo is not having this. He says that if Zetta won't help him he'll figure something out himself, and as he's typing this...
He hears a sickening crack, and crunch, the very distinctive sound of bones snapping, as Astro's neck snaps back into the correct position, and the rest of his bones start righting themselves, and all the scrapes and cuts start healing over. And a second white streak shows up in his hair. And Astro bolts upright, gasping to fill his newly mended lungs with air again, and yells "OH SHIT I JUST FUCKING DIED AGAIN DIDN'T I???"
Because the thing is, the thing is, I'd already developed this fun mechanic with Astro. He doesn't stay dead. He had been murdered the night before, his throat had been slit and his body dumped in a river, and then a few hours later he sat up, still bleeding from the wound in his neck. Death showed up, they had a fun and funky conversation that I'm not going to detail here. Death healed up the wound in his neck because honestly that's just horrifying to look at no thank you, and Astro went on his merry way, now a cleric for the god of Death, still no idea why it was that he didn't stay dead, fun brand new white streak in his hair, and no indication that this miraculous inability to die was more than just a strange one-time fluke.
Until now.
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