Matt Mercer

Okay, here we go.

I had a week, says Middlebrook as we start.

All right, I'll paint a picture.

Oh, also, Middlebrook, I'm not doing any of the buttons.

You just take care of that.

This is randomly pressed stuff.

Maybe music or something, I'm just going to do peaceful, I don't know.

Wait, can I come over?

Yeah, pretty quick, we're doing it.

Ooh, look at the lights.

Shut up, Ashley.

Here we go.

vomit.

Spewing from the retching mouth of Tarrian Darrington, world-famous adventurer and author, alumnus of Vox Machina and leader of the Darrington Brigade, he is vacating the contents of his stomach all over the floor while his robot manservant, Doty, rubs his back.

Dary, intones the robot, wiping the corners of his mouth.

Tarrian sniffles and says, Doty, take this down.

I, Tarrian Darrington, am perfectly capable of joining the Brigade on their most important mission.

until the members of the brigade insisted I should not, for someone has poisoned me!

No one, as a matter of fact, had poisoned Tarion.

Instead, he was upchucking because he had read that adventurers always eat ten raw eggs before any quest, and his eggs were expired, so now he, much like myself, was feeling completely fucking useless and exhausted after staying up retching all night long.