a dying of Sean Beans
Today, I was a type of Sean Bean. We had to get to the end of the film with at least one of us still alive, so that the curse that kills Sean Bean in every film could be broken. I do not remember if we broke the curse.
The next time, I am not a Sean Bean, but a clutch of goblins. We're trying to make breakfast for the hairy beast upstairs.1 It's a quest - a goblin quest.
It is May 2024. I am in Saskatoon.