Disaster

Michael and I had talked everything over well in advance, and we had all our plans finalized. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the fun to start.

“Hey dude.” I grinned at Crow as he came into the living room.

“Hey guys!” Crow’s voice is cheerful. “So what’s this game you wanted to play? You said it was like Dnd?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” I nodded. “It’s hard to explain but come on.” I gesture to the floor; I’d cleared everything out so there was lots of space. There were some dice laying on the ground. “Here, lay down and I’ll talk you through it.”

Michael and I lay down on our stomachs, and Crow followed suit, laying down across from us. He examined the dice curiously. “So what do we do?”

“Well, like I said, it’s kind of like Dnd.” I explained. “There’s certain skills, like persuasion, bluff, deception, insight, initiative, that kind of thing. As we play, we’ll be rolling dice and seeing how we do, and the goal is not to be the first team to surrender.”

“Ok…” Crow frowned, obviously thinking it through. “That sounds like fun. So what are the teams.”

“To make it easy, Michael and I are against you.” I told him. Crow looked surprised at that, but I shrugged. “That way we can talk you through it as we play and do our turns. Does that make sense?”

“Sure.” Crow shrugged. “How do we start?”

“Well, we’ll do our turn first.” I took a D20 and rolled it, and it landed on a 19. “That’s a 19 deception check. Now you roll an insight check to see if you can figure out what we’re doing, then we get started.”

Crow obediently took the dice. I braced myself, and I could feel Michael tense beside me as Crow rolled. “It’s an 11. So, I don’t know what you’re doing?”

“Right.” I nod. “Now roll initiative and we’ll get things going.”

Crow looked really confused as he rolled again, getting a 7. Michael and I each rolled; I got a 9, he got a 14. “So we win. That means we attack, and you don’t see it coming.”

“Attack what?” Crow asked, looking frustrated.

“Attack you.” I answered. Instantly we sprang, landing on him and easily flipping him over; I sat on Crow’s middle this time, and Michael sat by his head, pinning his arms above him. I could see the shock in Crow’s eyes, and, to my delight, the horrified realization. “Now, it’s our turn first, so we attack!”

With that, we started tickling him.

Michael went for Crow’s ears and neck, scratching and teasing him and blowing on sensitive spots as he slowly dragged his fingers and nails around Crow’s ears and around his neck, going into his shoulder blades. Meanwhile, I began running my hands up and down Crow’s ribs and into his armpits.

Crow exploded with laughter, giggling and shrieking and doing his best to struggle, but we’d tickled him enough times to know exactly how to pin him down and trap him, completely helpless as we tortured and teased his most sensitive spots.

Still tickling with one hand, I take the D20 again with my other. “So, I do a medicine check to see how many ribs you have. If I don’t know, I have to count them.” I teased him. I rolled the dice, and saw that it landed on a natural 20. “Well, that’s a 20! Lucky you.” I joked, poking at his ribs. “So I know how many ribs you have, which means I get to tease every one of them!” I started moving my fingers up each side of his ribcage, ignoring his desperate pleading.

“Michael’s turn now. What do you want to roll?” I asked him, ignoring Crow’s frantic struggling and laughter.

“Hmm…I think I want to try an intimidation check.” He answered. Letting go of Crow’s head for a moment, he rolled the dice and grinned. “17! That means I get to be scary.” He laughed and wiggled his fingers over Crow’s face. “I’m going to tickle your ears, I’m going to tickle your ears…” he teased, slowly moving his fingers down. “I hope your ears aren’t ticklish, Crow, because I’m going to dig my fingers right in there!”

“No!” Crow begged, but Michael shook his head and dug in. Crow bucked and laughed, trying with all his strength to get rid of us, but we had him totally trapped.

“Ok, bud, your turn now.” I teased him. “Do you want us to stop this?”

“YES!” He laughed.

I took the D20 and put it in his trapped hand. “Roll a persuasion check!”

“You guys suck!” Crow laughed.

“Not very persuasive.” I told him, digging into his ribs harder so he couldn’t even speak. “Roll it!”

Crow somehow managed to flick the dice out of his hand. “Well, that’s a four.” I teased him. “Unfortunately, you fail!” Michael quickly got the dice back to me. “I’m going to roll an attack roll on your feet now.” I could feel Crow trying to get his legs free, but no luck. “Oh, that’s a 14. I think that beats your AC!” I teased him, turning. I pulled his socks off, and began running my hands up and down his feet, slowly, teasingly, then digging right in.

Tickling Crow was always fun, and it was never the same twice. Sometimes we liked to build him up, do little tickles just to keep him on edge, and sometimes we liked to make it more gradual, build up from light ticklees to heavy. This time though, Crow had been a little shit earlier, so we had decided to make a game out of totally wrecking him, utterly destroying him in laughter and tickles.

Behind me, I could hear Michael teasing him again. “You want to get away? I guess that means you have to roll to escape! Do a strength check!” Crow’s desperate laughter increased as I dug into his toes, and I heard Michael speak again. “14, not bad. What a shame that I rolled an 18. I guess that means you’re stuck until your next turn!”

We kept tickling, exploring every one of Crow’s tickle spots, enjoying every scream of laughter, desperate gasp, and plea for mercy, and making him roll checks for every one of them. Crow’s ears were a popular spot, and at one point after a really good roll Michael took Crow’s ears while I did his neck and shoulder blades. We kept a close eye on him to make sure he could still breathe, but to my surprise he didn’t start coughing at all. Clearly all our tickling had been good for him.

“How you doing, bud?” I teased him, digging into his armpits again. “You enjoying the game?”

Crow tried to shake his head, but Michael had him firmly in place and he was laughing too hard to respond.

“OK.” I shrugged, reaching for the dice again. “I’m glad you’re having fun, because we’re not stopping anytime soon. This particular campaign lasts a LONG time.” I smirk down at him. “I’m rolling to persuade you.” I rolled the dice. “Natural 20! See, you love this and I’m convinced you to continue.”

With that, I went for his ribs again.

AGSKAGSKAGSKAHSKAHJD ANON YOU CANT JUST COME IN HERE AND PERFECTLY WRITE ABOUT THAT NERDY IDEA I HAD A FEW DAYS AGO WHAAAAAAT

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