Generic.Gm

@genericgm.bsky.social

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Bilingual Game Master and Larper https://www.youtube.com/@GenericGM

A magic : the gathering style card to be played when the GM forgets it's a group game. The GenericGM logo in it's middle
Dungeon master in grey and black robes embroidered in silver, looking over his gm screen holding a cup with a picture of a cute owlbear cub
Statistics for the youtube channel in 2024. 4.8 thousand views, 1.3 thousand hours watched and 78 new subscribers
October 31st Crew informed me we just made port in Ouessant. It's been two days now that the first mate has had me assigned to quarters. For my protection apparently. Ever since Mykonos, the passengers and crew have been looking at me in ways that I cannot stand. Especially Burnham. I don't like that hunger in her eyes, as if I were the next game trophy to add to her wall... At least that means that I won't be going into that bloody hold again on account of some passengers' passing whim. The crew have been amenable with rations and drink but barely look in my direction as they crack open the door. I've been in the dark for two days, but my eyes have gotten used to the darkness. To the point where I can freely write these words. The light almost hurts now. How could this all happen? How could they turn all on me like this? Was I not helpful? Was I not of service? And yet they blamed me for everything... bullied and blackmailed me.. I can hear them through the door... Some drama again, the passengers yelling at each other. again. Loud enough to drown out the whispers. My left arm has started itching again. Must remember to ask Vane for some balm. There is screaming now, coming through the hatch, coming from the deck... The Captain is shouting for calm. What happened in Mykonos? I think I remember... I should remember. I can hear now snarls among the screaming... Has Something been let loose? Has Burnham brought something on board? Or one of the collectors? No... The growls seem closer. So loud. I can no longer hear the whispers even if I know they still speak. Someone is coming. Yelling my name. My old name. She needs to be quiet. She'll ruin everything I need to get out.