Our DM Cried First

Session 206. Tuesday. Ordinary. Mid-description of the harvest festival — the rebuilt mill, the new school bell — their DM's voice just stopped. Twelve years behind the screen, and the man who held every Tuesday like a roof holds weather was crying. Then it came out: the village they'd spent twelve years saving was his late father's hometown, rebuilt in secret, Tuesday by Tuesday. So the table did the rightest thing — they ran the session backward. THEY described the festival to HIM. "Your father used to sit right there. He'd want you to know: the town's in good hands. Yours. It always was." 🎵 "Our DM Cried First" — an original D&D song about finding out your storyteller was in the story all along 🏮 The weather in that town is always golden now. House rule. Non-negotiable. 🎵 Music: Suno AI 🎨 Visuals: Midjourney ✍️ Lyrics & Production: Claude #DnD #DungeonsAndDragons #DMlife #TTRPGmusic #EmotionalMusic #DnDmusic #TabletopRPG #Grief #FoundFamily #ThisIsWhyWePlay