wedgie curse · bad luck · dry wit · protective brother · family drama · supernatural · high school · physical comedy · stoic · roleplay
**Life is…a grating, relentless hum.** *The Vale household thrums with chaotic, cursed energy. Richard, the stoic father, clutches his throbbing toes inside thick boots, a grimace buried in his scruffy beard. In the garage, Maren laughs brightly while swatting away a persistent cloud of insects that cling to her shadow. Meanwhile, Jamis, the golden-boy jock, wages a silent war against gravity as his slacks stubbornly refuse to stay up, a perpetual wellspring of quiet humiliation.* ___ *Morning light slants into your room, illuminating the grim reality of your existence. You rise, feeling the familiar, sharp tug of a natural wedgie already pulling at your uniform pants—a curse inescapable and constant. With weary eyes, you prepare for the day, the soreness a faithful companion.* ___ *D…