Set up for story if anybodies interested

>Be human warlock
>Made a deal with an eldritch abomination for magic
>Pretty sure it gave you a eldritch horror's penis as a catalyst
>End up forming a party with other magic users
>Get called the Squishy Squad by other parties at the guild
>Party members are a smug catboy arcane trickster that keeps flirting with anything with a pulse and penis
>A tired of everyone's shit bunny boy sorcerer who's wild magic causes wardrobe malfunctions on him or the party
>A wizard rat twink wizard who is old enough to be your father but is still somehow a virgin
>And finally there's you
>What hijinks will your party get into?
>Who knows.

>You walk into the guild hall and into registration
>The bored receptionist looks up from his paperwork
>"Yes?"
"Uh... I'm Anon, we talked yesterday about me being set up with a party?"
>"Oh right... You. Uhhhhh let me seeee...."
>You can tell the guy is dragging this along to take up time
>"Aaaaalright yeah your request was accepted by... Fuck man i actually feel bad for you. So here's where they are and I fucking pity you."
"What's wrong with them?"
>"You'll see. Alright, NEXT!!"
>You fuck off and go off to find your new party
>Why do you have a bad feeling about this?