WHJOAH [filler text]

TT: We were all designated for a session that was utterly inert.

TT: A place where the mechanisms for success never even existed to begin with.

TT: In such a place it makes sense that the formal leader would be neutralized, to made feel unempowered and static.

TT: And it seems particularly fitting she would be the noble of life in a realm of the dead.

TT: A realm that foretold of a life player who felt lifeless, a hope player who felt hopeless, and a heart player who was just a stone cold motherfucker.

TT: When we talked about leadership, and I was all on my high horse telling you how shit would go down...

TT: I also said I would be the one "pulling the strings." Remember? That I'd be the functional leader of our party.

TT: And there might have been something to that, in a different session.

TT: But what good is a "man of action" in a place where action itself is intrinsically fruitless?

TT: So it's occurred to me that by some tragic flaw in its design, our session was meant to be leaderless.

TT: And I'd feel safe concluding that. Except for a feeling that's been gnawing at me.

TT: It's the feeling that it would make perfect sense if a session like this had a dark horse leader.

TT: A leader who was invisible to us all along. Fittingly, a void player to lead a void session.

TT: She would be a leader not in name or in spirit or in function, whatever that means.

TT: But more of an emotional leader, who would selflessly try to hold everyone together while the rest of us did our best to fall apart.

TT: And Roxy has been that for us every step of the way, going unnoticed and unappreciated.

TT: Think of how much shit she's had to put up with from all of us.

TT: She never complains, never turns it around and makes it about her problems.

TT: She just works her ass off making sure we all stay friends.

TT: If that isn't a leader, I don't know what is.