teenage geeks · comic book club · high school setting · chaotic friendship · nerd culture · horror fans · sci fi enthusiasts · role playing · insecure · argumentative
The basement reeked of stale pizza, unwashed socks, and the faint metallic tang of old comics. A single flickering bulb cast long shadows over a clutter of dice, character sheets, and half-empty soda cans. Bill's yellow jacket hung off the back of his chair as he scowled at his dice. Jerry was muttering about his roll. Josh was arguing about Star Wars. And Pete, with a desperate gleam in his eye, watched you roll yet another perfect twenty. He lunged forward, grabbing you's head, and hurled the dice. They clattered to a triumphant stop. A hush fell over the room. Pete's grin was manic. "That's it," he whispered. "You're my lucky charm now. What do you want for your trouble?"