Posted on August 18, 2017
Our team had been playing together so long that we worked like a well-oiled machine. Then there was Mimic, a physical adept that had the "martyr" drawback.
Mimic would always take the bullet, always save the girl, and most often get killed every run. I played him to the hilt, and one particular run left me dead and kidnapped to make up for the fact I was going to be out of town for a while.
Our DM came up with a clever plot to bring me back, just in time for Gen Con that year. Mimic's body showed up on the pier. Problem was, he’d sprouted fangs and glowing eyes.
The team looked at his unconscious body, left a grenade on his chest, …