You will not die at the hands of quicksand. Ask me how I know this
“humans don’t do anything for free” somewhere out there there is a guy who spent days if not weeks of his life cataloguing every stupid thing you can do on stardew valley so that you can minmax the fuck out of growing potatoes on a pixel grid for quite literally no reason but that it might help someone else
we owe literally no one more on this planet than the woman behind fantasy name generator
every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).
As we went on search for a missing animal, we came across a gnome town. Our party consists of a transgender Male Monk Houri who is 5'11", a 5'4" female elf fighter, and a 6'7" Male dragonborn Ranger.
GM: “As you walk out of the woods following the tracks you see a small gnome town”
Houri (OOC): How tall is it?
GM: well its small because they aren’t very tall.
Dragonborn (OOC): but how tall are they?
GM: they are smaller than dwarves.
Elf (OOC) : are they small enough to accidentally step on.
GM: *looks up characteristics of gnomes* as adults they are between 3 to 3 and a half feet.
Houri (OOC): so you are saying that if i wanted to i could punt the gnomes… *everyone laughs* … I’m not saying im going to but im just asking if i could.
GM: if you wanted to you could punt the gnomes, but you get the feeling you would have the whole town of about 50 gnomes after you.
Elf and Dragonborn (OOC): Don’t punt the gnome.
i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom
The 3 important B’s
30+. Professional nerd. D&D trash. Hibernating fic writer.
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