Gemotions

"Yes!" Mark practically yelled, slamming his fist on the table, scattering a few meticulously arranged D&D figurines. He leaped up, pacing the small living room. His daughter, Lily, who had previously shown only mild interest in his weekly game nights, had finally rolled a natural twenty.

He had spent years perfecting his dungeon master skills, crafting complex storylines, building immersive worlds. Now, his little girl, with her braids bouncing, was actually *playing* the game, and not just pretending. He was so incredibly thrilled.

Lily, oblivious to her father's almost manic energy, simply grinned and pointed at the map. "Okay, so the goblin is right there, and I’m going to use my… my firebolt!" Mark’s chest felt light, almost too light. He had this burning feeling in his chest, a sort of bubbling joy that threatened to spill over. He cleared his throat. "Alright, roll for damage."