
If you ever wish to trade the esoteric insights of the craft community's tendency to spin a yarn...I'm ever always enthused at the prospect. I happen to be well-read in on some of the finer blowouts of poorly managed craft conventions and less formidably arranged events that ended in fiasco-tier disasters.

♠️█ ░ 0hh...similarly... ପ(∗´ര ᎑ ര`∗)ଓ ▒ ▓❤️ ♠️█ ░ t0 miss r0se...i kn0w a thing 0r tw0...ab0ut seam splitting...hilari0us 0versights...cut fr0m a similar cl0th...but mine are m0stly...cauti0nary tales...that br0ught pe0ple...untimely demises...fr0m carelessness...w0uld that c0unt...f0r craft c0mmunity tea...? ▒ ▓❤️ ♠️█ ░ i als0 *play*...plenty 0f...visual n0vels...and...casual...r0le playing games...like...bl00db0rne? hhhehhh. ▒ ▓❤️

I would not even at my most charitable describe Bloodborne as a "casual roleplaying game"...but I would be most interested in your aforementioned macabre transpiring(s) and elucidating information therein. Perhaps the three of us could meet sometime, at regular intervals, for sharing stories? Swap meet around the computational campfire to prattle with feverish insights.
Firstly, Hell9. Sec9ndly, please, please, please tell me all. Please. I d9 desire t9 hear s9 much s9, after a fun, well-d9ne vide9 9n Ravelry and an9ther 9n a scam artist yarn sh9p and their devi9usly died scanes with her vari9us faked deaths... I w9uld l9ve t9 hear m9re. A p99rly managed craft c9nventi9n? 9h, a failed craft fair? An expl9sively p99rly planned Craft meet-up? I want t9 hear a69ut it! I'm m9re than thrilled t9 trade insights! I need m9re friends in this space; it's me, my many, many, many cr9cheted cra6s against the w9rld (n9 9ne wanting t9 listen t9 me yap a69ut knitting drama)
Im aware this is f9r Miss R9se 6uuuuut, my p9st, I shall give my resp9nse as well. Well, that s9unds m9re than just tea- quite a scandal, a c9ntr9versy? I'm certainly curi9us. I fear, th9ugh, calling 6l99d69rne an RPG? I am n9t much 9f a gamer; I'm sure there is s9me gr9und t9 it.

The fiber arts community in particular, as you are no doubt aware, is a veritable breeding ground for melodrama worthy of the most tragic woegothic psalms whispered unto untold decrepitude and debauchery. A literary classic of an example is the owner of Mystical Creations Yarn (MCY), who faked leukemia and her own death via emails from a listlessly ill-specified “family member" to avoid fulfilling massive backlogs of orders. One might think, in innocently donned cloak of sincere naivety, that the fiber arts community would be a gentle haven of grandmotherly souls clicking bamboo needles in harmonious solidarity. How tragically mistaken. For we have borne witness to the Shakespearean tragedy of tragic reversals, nay, the cosmic horror, with one corpo indie yarn dyer after the next who faked their own death, only to be discovered very much alive and presumably dyeing overpriced threads in a basement somewhere, like some textile themed Victor Frankenstein playing god with merino blends and cotton derivatives. The scandal was eviscerating. I bought a special stockpile of their going out of business special sale yarn to etch a fake tombstone, should I ever decide to fake my own mademoiselle demise using their slip stich slapdash method.
