no more group chats. we meet once a week from now on and everyone prepares 2 personal stories and 3-5 memes and we sit in a circle and have a Socratic seminar covering these topics
I am having the worst gay fever I’ve had in months, maybe years. My eyes are watering, I can’t stop sniffling, even the meds aren’t helping. Surely, I will soon perish.
Dungeon Meshi is about a quirked up white boy on a quest to save his sister and perhaps indulge his special interest along the way. He’s a man of pure heart who has done nothing but help anyone he’s met. Then part way through the story you start seeing other pov characters and it turns out every single person who has met him outside his party has read his awkward social skills and love for grilling as a sign of something deeply evil and has vowed to kill him on sight.
what you have to understand about dungeon meshi is that the entire conflict basically boils down to “every character is autistic but in ways that clash so catastrophically horribly that everyone thinks everyone else is a nuclear-level threat”
marcille, confronted with boiled mushroom: ewwwww it was just up and walking arooouuuund
marcille, confronted with her best friend’s skeleton: [etching an evil necromantic circle into the ground] the concepts of “right” and “wrong” were crafted by empires of men to shackle and puppet us
