For the umpteenth time, Theresa questioned why she was still here. The answer was simple enough in theory; she had come here to get out of her comfort zone and challenge herself to be a functioning adult for once in her life. The only problem was she had the misfortune to choose to embed herself in a group with a degenerate man-child for a leader. While Theresa imagined she had little ground to stand on, at least she could claim not to inflict her obnoxiousness upon others if she could help it. Craig almost seemed to revel in acting like a pustule on the face of society. Here he was, gorging himself with common snacks, resting them upon finery befitting a man of a far greater caliber than himself. He was like a living metaphor for the rot in society. It did not help matters that he was one of the most horrendous roleplayers Theresa had ever known. She had preferred to roleplay online before this, and even on the bowels of the internet had she not encountered anything so overtly disgusting, though that may be trumped up to good fortune on her part. Nobody would know it from looking at her, but she had mentally driven needles into Craig's neck multiple times over the course of these sessions.

As much as his attitude bothered her, she was sometimes thankful for his inattentiveness. Today she had submitted a character produced in a rare spate of idealism on her part, accompanied by an equally idealised piece of lore to accompany Craig's realm of myriad juxtapositions. She was already thinking about how silly it was, and thanking the stars that Craig didn't really bother to look at it very closely. If he had, she imagined the malignant tumour would have had some crass commentary on it. It really was a blessing to go unnoticed sometimes, even if it was contrary to the point of her coming here.

Indulging in one of Alex's sandwiches, the topic of conversation turned to one of familiarity as they all awaited the beginning of Craig's campaign. [color=92278f][b]"When do things not seem like we haven't done them a thousand times?"[/b][/color] Theresa remarked listlessly. Sometimes she felt like every day was a repeat of the last. Granted, on her end, it was probably because she didn't get out as much as she should, but with this group, it did feel like the bulk of instances revolved around watching Craig act like an ass with little variation in poor behavior.