
Originally Posted by
Superfinch30
My children are very good at hiding in their rooms doing their own thing, and often don't hear my calls to dinner. (Due to excessive noise, music, headphones).
One day, I decided to stop repeatedly calling, or dragging my creaky joints up the stairs to retrieve them.
The table was still laden with food, but rather than use any initiative or expend any effort, they chose to sit there whining and starve to death.
(Slight exaggeration, but to a very small extent it's how I feel. I neglected to mention there was marginally less food on the table, as couldn't find a good story mechanic for it).