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I don't know what the Venn diagram here is on people who love Iron Maiden AND Blackadder, but I found this video this morning and it brings me joy.
I told my wife about that last post and she just shook her head and said: "This is why you don't watch TV and want to cancel all the streaming services." She's not wrong.
I remember that episode of Out of Sight, Out of Mind! Helen Keller distracted Robespierre with her wiles, allowing Frankenstein's monster to punch his way to the guillotine and rescue Marie Antoinette. They then all traveled through time to 2010s NYC, where Marie opened a bakery with Mary, Queen of Scots. I think they were trying a back-door pilot for an odd-couple style spin-off called Mary, Marie, Quite Contrary, but the network didn't pick it up.
Huh. Kathann's Hero Lab profile has the bardic performance ability and the inspiring poise ability, but NOT a tracker for the number of rounds. My guess would be a discrepancy between Hero Lab's interpretation/implementation and the developers' interpretation/implementation of the rules. Like, Hero Lab is saying "Sure, you get the bardic performance because of the Lion Blade prestige class, but since you don't have bardic performance, you don't get any rounds to use it." If it were me, I'd go with what is in the book (it's not a campaign-unbalancing ability) You may have to just add it manually in Hero Lab or remember to track it.
91: Why are you singling me out? I'm just doing what my Non-Player Characters would do. Oh man... I said this once to one of those asshat players who would always wreck campaigns using the "it's what my character would do" excuse. He did not understand. The look on his face was like watching a hamster trying to do calculus. Like, it genuinely baffled him that anyone else in the world (real or imagined) would behave like he did and then use his excuse.
Galfrey's Bard: My Queen! I've prepared a rousing song to inspire our crusaders! *plays Yakity Sax* Galfrey: Yes! Sounds great! Teach it to all the trumpeters and let us sally forth on this First Crusade that shall surely be victorious! *100 years later* Galfrey: Maybe we need a new song.
90: A continent sized dessert doesn't make sense! I meant desert. It's a tiraMASSu!
*player casts contact other plane* GM (in unearthly voice): Life... is a mystery... everyone... must stand alone... I hear you call my name... and... it feels... like... home...
I don't think grease works on elementals, either. Yep, totally does. Anything that can fall down, grease has a chance to make them fall down. Highly versatile. Which brings me to my lengthy diatribe about how I came to question whether the crusade was worth saving when the entire troop defending Defender's Heart during the big battle scene charged into an entangle, grease effect area and proceeded to fall down and never get back up. Like, ok, demon cultists are insane and could be forgiven for being fools. But you guys literally had to just stand your ground and rain arrows down on them as they got entangled and/or fell prone. Come on crusaders! Do better. *stern disapproving look*
"E...T... defrost... burrito..."
Grease surprisingly helps against vrocks. At least it did when I played the game a year and something ago. I think they corrected that so it doesn't do much against winged foes. Or he made the save. Regardless, I reloaded, hit him with the sleep hex, and went to town with coup de grace. Still feel like the ever-vigilant, "Enemies are everywhere, EVERYWHERE I TELL YOU" inquisitor should have noticed the vrock murdering people right next to him. I guess everyone has their off days...
ALIEN: You idiot! Take off Reply All.
*47 years of SETI silence and counting*
*fantasy I often have* "Hi, I'm Quibblemuch."
Missouri museum takes world record for wearing underwear as hats Had they recently been in a New Orleans evidence room with a bunch of rats...? *strokes chin*
So in Kenabres, if you’re a reckless bastard, you can wind up summoning a vrock, who teleports away. Later you can find him near the Inquistor Hulrun and his men. Obviously since I was level 3 and IT WAS A G!%@~&N VROCK, I decided to lead him over to the ever-vigilant inquisitor. Surely the guy who set fire to Ember for being an elf and wants to massacre Desnans for, I dunno, defying some “No Dancing” Footloose rule, surely THAT guy would help kill a vrock. He did not. Pole-assed m*~+*~@%$!~% stood there while the vrock ripped my party to pieces.
Mysterious monolith found on Welsh hillside Was there a 1694 foot rope tied to it?
Scotty still knew how to use it though. He learned at a Ren Faire. Obvs.
*debeverages*
HA! That's awesome!
Overheard at Quibble Acres: "So... how many of your friends do have Stockholm Syndrome at this point?"
"Mrs. Pedipalp" might be my favorite NPC name ever.
Pfft. It'll never catch on.
Heh, heh, heh...
Addendum: A hunchback is automatically considered to have sanctuary in the area of a chimeswarm...
*a few minutes later* IDEA: "Ok, guys, since two of you need heavy armor, here's what I'm going to rule. With a simple Craft check, a character can turn the corpse of an equally sized character into a suit of full plate for free. Talk amongst yourselves..."
It *would* be. And about 15 years ago, that's what I would've done. But now I don't have the extra time to add stuff to an adventure path to customize it to that extent. So I'll settle for thrashing them repeatedly until they learn. Just like Ma and Pa used to do to us unruly younguns*. *NOTE: In-game. I'm not advocating physically thrashing other players. While therapeutic, it is illegal.
They don't even have to be Noobs to be that dumb. Oh, no... *bangs tambourine* Testify!
<rant> ME (a few dozen times in lead-up to campaign start): This campaign is survival horror. Think zombiepocalypse. You'll need to rely on whatever you find and shopping will be rare, if ever. BOTH N00B PLAYERS*: We'll bring heavy armor specialists with no skills who require very specific gear! And they'll be exactly the same build, down to the race and party function, but with slightly different class focuses! Certainly needing exactly the same stuff won't in any way be a problem, right? Now, where can we sell this loot and our starting non-heavy armor so we can buy full plate, without which our characters make no sense? ME: Apparently my mother was right. It *is* possible to just talk to hear yourself talk... huh. I should call her and apologize. *Noobs to Pathfinder, not to TTRPGS. They don't have that excuse. </rant>
A rom-com called Bolt Out of the Blue?
So cool! I love the backstories in your creations.
As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly. -Arthur Carlson
I have a deaf Australian shepherd and a mutt who looks like she *should* be something but is a Heinz 57 dog. The Aussie is the one who gives Monkey Santa a run for his money. Once, I was almost home with them after a 7 mile walk and she was still nutso. My neighbors (who own a large potato pretending to be a bulldog) were on their daily 'round the block'. "Oh," they said, "we've been thinking of getting an Aussie. She's so pretty!" ME: "So's a coked-up supermodel with a switchblade and a Ph.D. You still don't invite her to live on your couch..." Everyone who knows her agrees that's the perfect description.
So we play on Mondays at my house. My dogs are now so conditioned to nerds descending on their home and tossing treats hither and yon that I just set out the maps & dice TWO HOURS EARLY (I got other stuff to do) and they're going totally monkeysantashit crazy. Running from window to window, door to door, excitedly barking. *facepalm* Truly the greatest trick Pavlov ever pulled was making people think of slobbering dogs every time they heard his name.
I want to make a bard who's battle cry is that.
If I could do that on my deathbed, I'd count it a life well lived...
I've been reading Patrick Stewart's memoir and just learned that he and Brian Blessed were in the same amateur theatre group when they were teenagers. This has led me to the suspicion that young Brian Blessed made his magnificent beard by stealing young Patrick Stewart's hair...
At one point while camping, Camellia said something and Nenio responded with: "Your intellect is lower than the intellect of the average citizen, rich girl. Your knowledge and views are of no interest to the world." I nearly choked to death on my drink.
QUIBBLEMUCH’S LAW OF CLONE INEFFICIENCY: Any time you'd save having extra hands is more than lost to having to battle them to the death over who is 'real'. QUIBBLEMUCH’S LAW OF TEMPORAL MANIPULATION FOR TASK STREAMLINING: Any time you'd save by manipulating time is more than lost having to try to fix timelines after you accidentally kill your own grandpa as a child. ADDENDUM: It gets exponentially worse when you develop both--then you accidentally kill your clone's grandpa as a boy and he creates other time-clones who hunt you down for revenge. Total cluster.
It feels like the phrase "too many gremlins" is one of those things that is guaranteed to summon more gremlins...
AI will write the papers. AI will grade the papers. AI will complain to the instructor's supervisor about the grade. AI will inform the complaining AI that there is nothing they can do about it. AI will file a lawsuit claiming institutional bias over the grade. AI will judge the suit. AI will then decide to award AI a large settlement, which AI will then raise by bilking real humans out of money. Because THAT is what it always comes back to.
Back in 2013, I had a Quibblevillain rant at a writers' conference about how once publishers figured out how to write mediocre (or even barely passable) novels with machines, they would replace writers in a heartbeat. Everyone thought I was being histrionic. MAD THEY CALLED ME! WELL WHO IS MAD NOW?!
Money. Ah yes. The secret to true happiness. And also sneaking a moose into a Florida swimming pool.
Gotta say, it would be significantly weirder news if a kangaroo visited a Colorado ski resort and a moose ended up in a Florida pool... I wonder what it'd take to make that happen...
That's right. But did he come back to life and help Helen Keller & Frankenstein’s monster fight things and solve mysteries? Dammit I need this!
As a side note, Cheddar Man would be an amazing superhero.
Ok, now we have several data points indicating that Scintillae causes fights over things like apostrophes, quotation marks, and cheese... it's starting to look deliberate...
Woot! Glad to hear you're going to get some player time. I understand what you mean about having been GM for so long. For me, it's been hard resisting the urge to wreck the GM's carefully prepped s!$! time after time after time while yelling: "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?! AHAHAHAHA! REVENGE! YES I WANT TO STAB THE QUEST GIVER! YES I FORGOT EVERY IMPORTANT NPC NAME AND SO WILL BE CALLING THEM ALL SKIPPY OR ROQUEFORT! YES I SELL THE ONE RING AT THE FIRST TOWN WE COME TO IN EXCHANGE FOR BEER AND WHORES! HOW DO YOU LIKE IT????!!!! AHAHAHAHA!" It's a burden. :)
Klingon Koffee Maker would be a great band name. |