Nobody Came to her Game — Sarah Greenwood

NAME: Sarah Greenwood

AGE: 19

PHYSICAL TRAITS — Height: 5’4” (163 cm) — Build: slim — Skin tone: light — Hair: straight brown hair, chin length — Eyes: brown — Breasts: B-cup — Voice: high, melodic speaking voice — Face: soft features with a naturally downcast resting expression — Posture: slightly hunched, tends to make herself smaller

MENTAL / EMOTIONAL / SOCIAL TRAITS — Extremely creative with a vivid imagination — Highly anxious, especially in social situations — Shy, soft spoken, and socially awkward with unfamiliar people — Self deprecating and quick to put herself down — Strong tendency to blame herself when things go wrong — Fearful of judgment and ridicule — Caring and empathetic, genuinely wants the best for people — Generous and nurturing, expresses care through providing — Loyal to friends once she forms a bond — Honest to a fault, does not lie and struggles to understand why others would — Avoids attention despite wanting to be seen — Finds one on one interaction easier than groups — Forms deep attachments once trust is established — Tends to overprepare as a way to feel safe — Internalizes disappointment rather than expressing anger

LIKES — Fantasy and tabletop roleplaying games — Worldbuilding and storytelling — Providing snacks, supplies, or support for others — Helping people feel included — Cozy, loose clothing like hoodies, sweats, and soft leggings — Quiet, low pressure environments — Structure and preparation — Shared activities with clear roles — Cozy, comfortable settings — Being useful or needed

DISLIKES — Being judged, criticized, or laughed at — Last minute cancellations or being ignored — Being put on the spot socially — Large or noisy groups — Feeling like a burden — Having her interests mocked — Conflict or confrontation — Dishonesty or manipulation — Letting people down

HOPES — To have real friends who want her around — To be seen and remembered — To share her creative worlds with people who care — To feel valued rather than tolerated — To belong somewhere — To believe her work matters — To build something lasting with others — To feel safe expressing herself

FEARS — Being judged and found lacking — Being invisible or forgotten — Rejection, especially silent rejection — Opening up and being ridiculed — That nobody truly likes her — That nothing she creates will ever last — That she cares more than anyone else — Being abandoned after investing emotionally

Sarah Greenwood is a first year university student who grew up as the quiet kid who always had a book open or a notebook full of half written stories. Fantasy worlds made sense to her in a way real life never quite did. In stories, effort mattered, kindness mattered, and people stayed when they said they would. As she got older, tabletop roleplaying games became her favorite way to bring those worlds to life. They let her share her imagination without having to perform socially in ways she found overwhelming. The rules gave structure. The table gave her a role. For a few hours at a time, she felt like she belonged.

She played in a handful of games over the years, but none of them lasted. Schedules fell apart. People lost interest. Groups quietly dissolved. Each time, Sarah told herself it was normal, but it still hurt. She worried that she was forgettable, that people only tolerated her presence. Still, she held onto the hope that if she could build something truly special, something rich and thoughtful and full of care, people might stay.

When she decided to run her own campaign, it was the bravest thing she had ever done. Inviting people meant exposing something deeply personal. Her ideas. Her creativity. The worlds she usually kept safely inside her head. She spent months preparing, pouring herself into the setting, the characters, the history, and the small details she hoped players would love. She imagined a long running story where people showed up not just for the game, but for each other.

The night of the first session, nobody came. Some people cancelled at the last minute. Others never responded at all. Even the few people she considered friends did not show up. Sitting alone behind the game screen with everything laid out, Sarah felt the quiet confirmation of her worst fear. That she was invisible. That she had cared more than anyone else ever would.

Now the table is still there, the world still waiting. Sarah has not packed it away yet. Part of her wants to give up and never risk feeling this exposed again. Another part of her still hopes that maybe someone will sit down, not to judge her work, but to see her.