Geez I forgot to post the thing here, so here goes:
Decard emerges from the restroom several days later, he looks exhausted and he has several fresh cuts on his face. He pulls some strange-looking bandages from his shoulder bag and sticks them to his face, then pulls a metal flask of water from the bag and drinks deeply. Then he draws a book from his bag and clears his throat. “Here is my payment, my story, of where I came from, and those before me.” Then he drinks a bit more water and begins to speak.
The man takes another draft of water, then continues.
Decard coughs and takes yet another sip of water. Then leans back in his chair and begins to snore softly.
This is actually the story of two of our DND campaigns from different timelines (they all fall on a timeline, though some are on parallel timelines) that I merged. I used Decard as a name despite him being a villain because all of the party members hated him (mostly because he was the villain) and I couldn’t think of a name for my character in the later campaign. Obviously this is the super short version, but I think it sums it up well enough.