<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/NcYvtDp.png)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>(META) RIME OF THE FROST MAIDEN</strong></span></span></span></div><br/>(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/029/462/351/large/arturo-roldan-community1.jpg?1597641439)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>\\\\\\\\\\\\ SESSION 0:  MEET &amp; GREET ////////////</strong></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://storage.googleapis.com/dream-machines-output/01eac80d-bd6f-4771-8717-5cea6248bb0c/0_0.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6VPIEHp.png)</div><strong>PLAYER NAME:</strong>Eduardo<br/><strong>MAJOR:</strong>Engineering<br/><strong>FROM:</strong>Battle Creek, Michigan<br/><strong>CHARACTER NAME:</strong>GM, Oliver<br/><strong>CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:</strong>Male astral elf wizard sage<br/><br/>Eduardo stood in study room 42A on the fourth floor of Fuller University's library, preparing his speaking voice.<br/><br/>"Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooh, aaah, aaah, aaah," he went on.<br/><br/>Eduardo was, and still is, innocuously handsome.  His auburn hair was straight and curly, thick but not too thick, stylized but also disheveled.  Dave Chapelle would say that, when it came to race, he was<em>mysterious.</em>He could be from the Iberian peninsula, one supposed, or maybe Indian, or maybe Filipino, or maybe South American.  Eduardo, really, was a little bit of everything, with his parents and his grandparents and his great-grandparents all being the sort of people who met their soulmates far from where they were born.  He had a pugilist's nose, but it ended at a tip and not a bulb, with a very pointy chin, though he had a very square jaw.  His lips were naturally full, though he often kept them thin, as he was often at thought.<br/><br/>He wore the garb of his people, his people being engineers.  He wore jeans that were tight but also lose, worn sneakers, a marked-up Fuller University shirt he bought with scholarship money that had burnt a hole in his pocket during that weird transition where funds are disbursed by the school but not quite in your bank account, and a comfy cozy hoodie.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" Eduardo said.  He was anxious.  He didn't like meeting new people.  He didn't like talking to people.  Why in the hell did he want to DM?  He knew why.  He just loved Dungeons and Dragons, damn it.<br/><br/>He sat down at the head of the table.  He had purchased two Players Handbooks for his players, though all of the information was freely and more easily obtained online.  He had purchased character sheets, though he didn't expect anyone to actually fill a character sheet out, since it was all far more convenient to do it on an app or online.  He bought a buttload of dice sets from Amazon, though, because he liked watching dice roll.  He liked the tumble of resin on wood, he liked that sense of anticipation, and then that sudden rush when the die fell where it fell.<br/><br/>He laid out a GM's screen, though he didn't think he would use it, and his laptop, an old Macbook Air that he had used without incident since he was in middle school.  The keys were well-worn, but the computer had been well-loved.  On the back of the screen, he had put a sticker that had a chibi Bob the Builder type of cartoon, with the words:  "CAN WE FIX IT?  NO, WE'RE FU***D!"  Did he need anything else?  Should he have brought snacks?  Fuck.  He should have brought snacks.<br/><br/>He got up to leave the room with the aim of going to a vending machine.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>GM Direction:</strong><br/><br/>Please have your PC arrive at the study room!  There, your PC may ask Eduardo questions about the campaign, finagle some rule changes, roll some dice, and what-have-you.  Your PC does not need to have their PC ready just yet.