I Killed My Bff The Preacher's Daughter

Okay, okay, the headline is a *little* dramatic. I didn't *actually* kill my best friend, the preacher's daughter. But in the cutthroat world of... tabletop roleplaying games, things got pretty intense.

We've been playing together since, well, forever. Think pigtails, shared crayons, and eventually, awkwardly navigating high school dances. And now, crafting elaborate fantasy worlds where we slay dragons (digitally, of course).

The Campaign of Carnage

Our current campaign is legendary. I'm playing a mischievous rogue with a penchant for getting into trouble.

She's a paladin, naturally. The Preacher's Daughter, armed with unwavering faith and a seriously powerful warhammer.

Things were going swimmingly... until the *Ancient Lich King* showed up. He was not happy, to put it mildly. The Lich King, controlled by our perpetually snacking Dungeon Master, was throwing everything he had at us.

The Fateful Decision

We were cornered, battered, and frankly, smelling a bit singed. My rogue, in a moment of panic (or perhaps genius?), decided to... well, sacrifice herself to save the party.

I leaped in front of the Lich King's death ray, thinking I'd buy everyone else time to escape. Heroic, right? Wrong.

My impulsive act had unforeseen consequences. The Preacher's Daughter's paladin, witnessing my "noble sacrifice," went into full-blown righteous fury. It was magnificent, truly.

"For the glory of the light! And for... ugh, what was your character's name again?" she shouted, momentarily breaking character.

Turns out, righteous fury combined with a really high critical hit roll is a devastating combo. She absolutely *obliterated* the Lich King.

Victory! Except... victory came at a price. My rogue was toast. Permanently.

The Aftermath: Tears and Laughter

The table erupted. The Dungeon Master was speechless, the other players were cheering, and The Preacher's Daughter was... crying? Sort of.

It was more like choked-up, slightly hysterical laughter mixed with genuine remorse. "I didn't mean to! I just... I got caught up in the moment!"

She felt terrible. I, on the other hand, was secretly thrilled. My character's death had been epic! And, more importantly, hilarious.

The Undying Friendship

That night, after the dice were put away, we talked. We reminisced about past campaigns, both successes and epic failures. We even made plans for our next characters (I'm thinking a bard with a lute that shoots lasers).

The whole experience, the "death" of my character, solidified our bond even further. It was a reminder that even in the silliest of circumstances, the real magic is in the shared experience and the enduring friendships.

So, did I "kill" my BFF, The Preacher's Daughter? Not exactly. But we definitely slayed some dragons, shared some laughs, and created a memory that will last longer than any digital character ever could.

And that, my friends, is a victory worth celebrating. Even if I have to roll a new character.