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	"You didn't realize. You never even imagined. It never crossed your mind		"You didn't realize. You never even imagined. It never crossed your mind
	that something could convince yaur parents that you were too old to ~~cary~~		that something could convince yaur parents that you were too old to carry
	a toy with you everywhere. That's because you can't see it that way. You		a toy with you everywhere. That's because you can't see it that way. You
	don't understand this idea that losing that toy will let you better fit		don't understand this idea that losing that toy will let you better fit

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{{story}}

My character has a stuffed tarrasque.

No, not a real one. just a little one that he carries around with him.

In all other regards, he's a tough mercenay who lacks any sense of a soft
side. He takes what he wants whenever he wants it. and respects no one
who can't beat him in a fight. I will admit that it's somewhat jarring for
such a character to carry around a stuffed animal, but I'm rather prone
to allowing my characters to think for themselves. and this guy really
likes his tarrasque toy.

The other players in my group simply considered it an eccentricity of the
character and didn't think too much about it, especially because their
characters were far weirder and had odder habits and traits. However,
my DM started to obsess about the stuffed animal.

I didn't originally intend to hide the "story" behind the stuffed animal
from my DM. but when he first asked me what my characters reason for
it was. I got a sense that it wasn't really the mood to explain it. I
just dodged the question, fully intending to explain myself later, but
my DM's attitude suddenly soured and he demanded to know, saying that
characters couldn't have any secrets that the DM didn't know.

I decided to simply refuse that idea by not telling him the reason why
my character had a stuffed animal, and I had enough cheek to still
ask for his "permission" for my character to have a stuffed animal.
He likely would have refused if he could come up with a reason that
wouldn't invalidate eveyone else's characters, but without such a reason
he gave me his permission.

It wasn't even a really interesting "story." He just received the toy as
a child, and no one ever explained that only children play with toys. It
was just supposed to be a minor note of my character, a way to show that
he didn't care what others thought about him and that he had diffrent
ideas of what made a man a man.

However, my refusal to speak about it made everyone think there was
some melodramatic stoy behind the toy, like it was the last gift from
his dying mother or a memento of a slain son. I tried to keep the toy
as just something that was listed on his character sheet under "Items,"
but my DM just couldn't get over the fact that I was keeping a part of
my characters story to myself.

The DM tried to make my character's life diffcult, by having villagers
ridicule him for carying around the toy and people treating him like he
had the mind of a child. When he realized this didn't bother me and some
good roleplaying resulted from it, he decided to change tact by tying
to get rid of the toy.

Fireballs started to damage our items. Thieves began to regularly visit us
in the night. Ethereal Filchers, Raggomoffyns, moths and mold, sunlight
and dirt, everything in the world that could either damage, steal or eat
my character's toy was thrown at it. Of course, my character wauld try to
protect the tarrasque, often very enthusiastically, until my characters
sole defining trait was how much he cared about the toy.

Finally, it happened. A black dragon's acid breath. Poor reflex saves,
and an ovemhelming amount of damage. Half of my backpack was destroyed,
and the stuffed animal wasn't the hardiest of objects.

My DM couldn't help but smile. We both understood how a story was created,
and my character had a very small window in which he had a chance to
explain the toy's story. When one of the other players asked him about
it, he would either have to explain it, or it would just be decided that
he never had a story to begin with and they toy would be eventually
forgotten as just a weird quirk of my character. It was either reveal
the stoy while it was relevant, or throw away the chance forever.

As much as I didn't want to tell the DM my story, I had to admit that I
was trapped. It was just how the story had to go. Otherwise, it would
be a bad story.

So, after we had killed the black dragon, the opportunity arose. A player
asked me why I had cared so much about the toy.

I asked the group if they ever had any toys when they were children. After
a brief moment, they all (except for the drow rogue) said they had.

I asked them if they really cared about a particular toy, really cared
about it, took it with them everywhere.

Some of them had. Oddly enough, the DM chimed in, saying he remembered
also having a stuffed animal he carried around with him everywhere
until he was eight. I ignored him, and continued.

I asked them what happened to that toy. There was a moment of silence
as the players thought about it, and I helped them with an answer. 'You
lost it, right?"

"You couldn't find it one day, and you looked everywhere for it. You
asked your parents if they had seen it, and they said it would turn
up. So, you cried a little here and there, but only because you were
lonely. You still thought that you would find it eventually."

"Every few days you would search around the house, around the yard,
thinking up new places to look even though you knew all the places it
could be. The days stretched into weeks, into months, until you lost hope,
and had to accept that it was gone. You'd never see it again."

"You didn't realize. You never even imagined. It never crossed your mind
that something could convince yaur parents that you were too old to cary
a toy with you everywhere. That's because you can't see it that way. You
don't understand this idea that losing that toy will let you better fit
in with society. You don't believe that it will help you learn about
coping with grief and loss, and will make you more mature."

"The thing you really can't understand is how your parents can give you
something, allow you to grow to love it, to love it more than anything
else, and then take it away from you."

"I watched my parents take mine. They thought I was asleep."

"I left my home that night, because I couldn't understand. I couldn't
understand what kind of person could see someone love something, to
genuinely care about it. and to take it away from them."

My DM sat across from me, but he couldn't look at me.

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	No, not a real one. just a little one that he carries around with him.		No, not a real one. just a little one that he carries around with him.

	In all other regards, he's a tough ~~mercenay~~ who lacks any sense of a soft		In all other regards, he's a tough mercenary who lacks any sense of a soft
	side. He takes what he wants whenever he wants it. and respects no one		side. He takes what he wants whenever he wants it. and respects no one
	who can't beat him in a fight. I will admit that it's somewhat jarring for		who can't beat him in a fight. I will admit that it's somewhat jarring for
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	ask for his "permission" for my character to have a stuffed animal.		ask for his "permission" for my character to have a stuffed animal.
	He likely would have refused if he could come up with a reason that		He likely would have refused if he could come up with a reason that
	wouldn't invalidate ~~eveyone~~ else's characters, but without such a reason		wouldn't invalidate everyone else's characters, but without such a reason
	he gave me his permission.		he gave me his permission.

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	a child, and no one ever explained that only children play with toys. It		a child, and no one ever explained that only children play with toys. It
	was just supposed to be a minor note of my character, a way to show that		was just supposed to be a minor note of my character, a way to show that
	he didn't care what others thought about him and that he had ~~diffrent~~		he didn't care what others thought about him and that he had different
	ideas of what made a man a man.		ideas of what made a man a man.

	However, my refusal to speak about it made everyone think there was		However, my refusal to speak about it made everyone think there was
	some melodramatic ~~stoy~~ behind the toy, like it was the last gift from		some melodramatic story behind the toy, like it was the last gift from
	his dying mother or a memento of a slain son. I tried to keep the toy		his dying mother or a memento of a slain son. I tried to keep the toy
	as just something that was listed on his character sheet under "Items,"		as just something that was listed on his character sheet under "Items,"
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	The DM tried to make my character's life ~~diffcult~~, by having villagers		The DM tried to make my character's life difficult, by having villagers
	ridicule him for ~~carying~~ around the toy and people treating him like he		ridicule him for carrying around the toy and people treating him like he
	had the mind of a child. When he realized this didn't bother me and some		had the mind of a child. When he realized this didn't bother me and some
	good roleplaying resulted from it, he decided to change tact by ~~tying~~		good roleplaying resulted from it, he decided to change tact by trying
	to get rid of the toy.		to get rid of the toy.

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	in the night. Ethereal Filchers, Raggomoffyns, moths and mold, sunlight		in the night. Ethereal Filchers, Raggomoffyns, moths and mold, sunlight
	and dirt, everything in the world that could either damage, steal or eat		and dirt, everything in the world that could either damage, steal or eat
	my character's toy was thrown at it. Of course, my character ~~wauld~~ try to		my character's toy was thrown at it. Of course, my character would try to
	protect the tarrasque, often very enthusiastically, until my characters		protect the tarrasque, often very enthusiastically, until my characters
	sole defining trait was how much he cared about the toy.		sole defining trait was how much he cared about the toy.

	Finally, it happened. A black dragon's acid breath. Poor reflex saves,		Finally, it happened. A black dragon's acid breath. Poor reflex saves,
	and an ~~ovemhelming~~ amount of damage. Half of my backpack was destroyed,		and an overwhelming amount of damage. Half of my backpack was destroyed,
	and the stuffed animal wasn't the hardiest of objects.		and the stuffed animal wasn't the hardiest of objects.

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	he never had a story to begin with and they toy would be eventually		he never had a story to begin with and they toy would be eventually
	forgotten as just a weird quirk of my character. It was either reveal		forgotten as just a weird quirk of my character. It was either reveal
	the ~~stoy~~ while it was relevant, or throw away the chance forever.		the story while it was relevant, or throw away the chance forever.

	As much as I didn't want to tell the DM my story, I had to admit that I		As much as I didn't want to tell the DM my story, I had to admit that I
	was trapped. It was just how the story had to go. Otherwise, it would		was trapped. It was just how the story had to go. Otherwise, it would
	be a bad story.		be a bad story.

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	Some of them had. Oddly enough, the DM chimed in, saying he remembered		Some of them had. Oddly enough, the DM chimed in, saying he remembered
	also having a stuffed animal he carried around with him everywhere		also having a stuffed animal he carried around with him everywhere
	until he was eight. I ignored him, and continued.		until he was eight. I ignored him, and continued.

	I asked them what happened to that toy. There was a moment of silence		I asked them what happened to that toy. There was a moment of silence
	as the players thought about it, and I helped them with an answer. 'You		as the players thought about it, and I helped them with an answer. "You
	lost it, right?"		lost it, right?"

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	"You didn't realize. You never even imagined. It never crossed your mind		"You didn't realize. You never even imagined. It never crossed your mind
	that something could convince ~~yaur~~ parents that you were too old to carry		that something could convince your parents that you were too old to carry
	a toy with you everywhere. That's because you can't see it that way. You		a toy with you everywhere. That's because you can't see it that way. You
	don't understand this idea that losing that toy will let you better fit		don't understand this idea that losing that toy will let you better fit