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A small piece about roleplaying seen trough philosophical glasses. Might inspire something in your way of GMing or might remind you of something you allready knew.

It is extremely cold and snow cover the plains as the heroes notice the dead frozen people hanging from the branches of scattered trees along the road. Ahead they see the local Lords soldiers hanging them up, mercilessly throwing buckets of water on their naked unprotected bodies until they freeze.

The wasps are about the size of a finger, they are bright green with long hairy backlegs.