Whole lot of grrr going on up here in the land of freedom.
First, insurance agents are crooks and robbers. They say they don't want to pay for the damages done to my car, instead they just want to give me $3500 because, they say, that's the price of the vehicle (the car is almost 15 years old). My car is an old lady, but she runs fine and I have been assured by many mechanics that she has at least another 60k miles left in her. To paraphrase Ray Liotta "F~#@ you, Progressive, fix my car!"
Second, UPS sucks. I know I'm not their favorite employee, but I've been assigned a Christmas task that for the two years previous it took two employees to do. Not this year! On top of which, this past check, they paid me four hours at straight-time when they should've been at overtime!
We had a meeting two weeks ago where the district manager douchebag said "Oh, we've got a very sophisticated payroll system; it automatically calculates blah blah blah." That's why all the full-timers aren't getting paid overtime for Sunday punch-in's (as the contract requires), people who do over 10 hours per day aren't getting their 20-minute time bonuses (as the contract requires) and part-timers who haven't volunteered for full-time work aren't getting paid overtime after 5 hours (as the contract requires)! Oh, UPS, ye are full of excrement!
So, I'm done with Christmas overtime! (Well, actually, not--I'm going back to six hours a day with an hour of ot; but I'm done with this 9- 10-hours bullshiznit.)
Thirdly, there will be no D&D until 2012! Grrrrrr! However, our last session wrapping up The Feast of Ravenmoor was awesome!
My party was able to pull back from the disastrous course they were pursuing, rallied the troops and brought down the evil cult--with only one casualty! Alas, poor Elzbeth, we knew ye well!
Also, one of my old players wants back in. He took a year off to attend to his new marriage, his new house, and, over the summer, his new foster son. But that brat has been shipped back to his biological mother and now Aaron wants back in! We're getting the band back together!
[In this post, I have alluded to: GoodFellas, Hamlet and The Blues Brothers. I am truly a well-cultured goblin.]
Oh, and one other thing. Over the past month I have been called upon to perform some truly heroic undertakings at work as a steward. I can't talk about any of the details, but I successfully defended (well, at least for now) a member who they were about to walk out the door, and did some truly awesome detective work and uncovered much dirt, like Columbo, or, more to the point, Jeffrey "The Dude" Lebowski.
In reward for my truly awesome behavior, I am awarding myself a level in Inquisitor! Yay me! Do Inquisitors have to serve a god? If so, I dedicate myself to Farrell Dobbs, the patron saint of communist Teamsters.
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Today was so great!
. . . I guess I'll explain tomorrow. I'm sorta tired.
First, insurance agents are crooks and robbers.
Aw man. Everyone gets screwed over by insurance companies. That blows.
Same goes to UPS. They screw over everyone in this fine land.
Yeah I gotta go to sleep. ~8 hours of sleep in the last 63 hours of time. I think.
Actually maybe I'll leave this here.
Okay. Wasted day, no problem. You next scheduled yourself to get a full day's sleep in... five days? But since you just had one in the hospital, you can skip that sleep cycle, use the time to make up for the work you didn't do yesterday, and then get back on schedule by not sleeping again for another two weeks. No big deal, it just means you'll go... uh... twenty-one nights before you next get to sleep. Considering that currently, you only sleep every fortnight--that's sixteen nights, for the record--twenty-one nights isn't THAT big a stretch.
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Today was so great!
. . . I guess I'll explain tomorrow. I'm sorta tired.
OH S$~@ I LIED AGAIN.
I - I think this is what happened: I got someone to start reading Homestuck, and they actually "kinda like[d]" it! Homestuck updated! I went on a bird count in the upper Nestucca watershed with my father. We went on a kickin' 3-mile hike up and down a ~30-degree slope (some mountain, the highest point in the circle, 3000 feet or meters in elevation, and got to look out at all the awesome fog/clouds while awesome mist rained down and drenched all sorts of s&&#). When I got home, I finally finished reading Be the Sea Dweller Lowblood!
Tonight I was getting kinda pissed off at all the unconscious moustache-twirling I do. So when I saw this, I decided to shave. No pics because I'm a sock puppet. I also chopped a s$*@load of wood.
Anyway, I guess I'm on MSPA Reread 5.0: Wherein Fish Finally Begins to Understand Problem Sleuth now. I'm reading slowly to better empathise with the aforementioned person who is just starting. After I finished Problem Sleuth, I caught up on a few other webcomics, including Dresden Codak, which is the best-arted webcomic (aside from MSPA, of course) I've seen. It's only got about fifty comics, but it's been around for years. Link. If Archive Panic is your reason for avoiding webcomics, then I'd highly recommend this one. If you don't think you'd like webcomics, this may be your gateway drug. Then again, assuming you are the only one reading this any more, Dresden Codak is not really your style. Perhaps I should instead recommend this. No reason to archive!panic there. Then again, this is more closely linked to gaming. I daresay you've heard of Order of the Stick, which I won't deign to link. Here's my last-ditch attempt. Link (nsfw). If base offensiveness doesn't tempt you, I don't know what will.
Come on, man! An archive binge is a terrible thing to fear. You just have to go at it the right way. I'm not even telling you to read MSPA now. I'm telling you, you're missing some prime entertainment. Webcomics are better than most TV shows, movies, and print comics, and a fair few give novels a run for their money.* WHEN the bosses stop being on your ass for overtime (i.e. sometime after Christmas????), you should check out a webcomic. Here is a handy thread.
*What? No, I don't see any personal bias there at all.
In other news, I've decided that telling people with no webcomic experience whatsoever to start Homestuck doesn't work very well. I'm gonna inculcate their asses with SCIENCE! I mean other webcomics. If I recommend the right stuff, it might work better.
In other news, I really like the decide/deicide typo.
In other news, I hope this doesn't violate the "Don't be a jerk" rule. I mean, who the hell knows what's up with that noise?
Jesus is what.
Doodlebug Anklebiter's Film Bites
So I watched The Crazies about a week and half back. I enjoyed watching it, but I don't remember much about it. That gets it a C.
Also watched Valhalla Rising which was sick! I mentioned it on the D&D movies page before I finished watching it. It really wasn't much of a D&D flick, more like a European art movie that happened to be set in ye olden days, like The Seventh Seal or Aguirre, the Wrath of God. But it was still bad-ass. I'm going to have to watch it again when I've got some acid. A solid A. Pay no attention to the lame voiceover guy, btw.
Doodlebug Anklebiter is rich!
I take back what I said about insurance agents being crooks and robbers. They probably are, but I've got an estimate to fix my car for $1600 and a check from Progressive for $3200! (Or at least I will after I drive down to their office.) Yay!
Maybe I'll call out sick from work all week...
A fool and his money are quickly separated!
Ah, Gark, today was beautiful, like the good ol' days of yore. I think there wasn't an hour that passed today that I didn't troll somebody on these boards!
[Man, I need to get a life.]
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You know which thread was awesome?
Anyway I went on another bird count (Tuesday at noon to Thursday at 1700)! It was to Hart Mountain, which is (in) an amazing area. It was a really weird year, though. Firstly, it was above freezing for much of the count! Even in the canyons! Secondly, THERE WAS (figuratively) NO SNOW. Seriously, we were hard-pressed to find any. Thirdly, WHERE WERE THE BIRDS?! The falcon count actually outnumbered the other diurnal raptors. We had THREE JUNCOS. THREE. How f@+$ed up is that? And only three solitaires and no robins (though that was not too unsurprising given the scarcity of juniper berries). No red-tailed hawks! And <snip>
Continuing to talk to all these skypeople. They're - eclectic? Which reminds me of all the awesome Evangelical music I listened to out there in Lake County. Mind-blowing in its inspiratiojudgementality.
Got to see my favourite crazy pinko hippy treehugger vegan argumentator on that trip! She's really bad at this thing called human interaction (she pisses off about 25% of the people she meets). My mom gets quite irate whenever my dad and I bring home stories about her. She thinks someone with Asperger's should have learned to cope before they hit 50. I find Marilyn funny, because she's exactly what the bourgeoisie think of when they think of crazy pinko hippy treehugger vegans. Also because she doesn't know where Pakistan is, and said as much to an exchange student from Punjab.
My Homestuck reread goes apace. I've finished Year One (i.e. more than halfway through MSPA). A guy asked to be linked to it today, but he didn't like the beginning, so whatevs (which is my cool way of saying that I spent the day spamming Skype with Homestuck image links and quotes). So I've decided if none of my attempted converts finish an act by Monday, I'm posting a youtube vid of Cascade to blow
their minds (also recommended for when you are high on pot). This is the kind of plan you make when you are
drunk. The one you make when desperate, and look back on with horror.
/PsYcHoLoGy
I continue to notice new s&!% in Homestuck as well. MiRaClEs.
Have a godmerry chrismakwanzakuh! (*spelling) Or Krystmas. Or Christmas. Or 12th Perigree's Eve. Or Pastamas (my personal favourite).
/ollies outie
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WAIT. THIS is the most awesome thread I've seen in a while. Not even locked as of this posting!
Calling it "awesome" is a thing called SSSARCASM, for you prudes out there. Jegus, do I look like I want to get flagged?
<Looks upthread.>
S@+&.
Hmm. I missed the "Letter to Homophobic Parents" and the thread it was spun out from. I also don't know what thread it was you deadlinked.
:(
Anyway, here's my favorite Chistman story of all time!
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Actually, it had an interesting OP.
Anyway, that too is now my favourite Christman story EVAR!
. . . even though certain tools think "all you need to know is the title." What a bunch of buzzkills.
You Can't Catch Me, I'm the Motherf@$@ing Gingerbread Man!
So, I was under the impression that you could drive an unregistered car around for 10 days past the end of your birth month here in NH, but it turns out that that's not true--you've got 10 days to get it inspected. I found this out from the officer friendly who pulled me over literally 4 minutes from my destination after having driven 45 minutes to get there.
I cast quick sober on myself, but there were marijuana paraphernalia scattered all over my passenger seat. But whatever, I am Doodlebug Anklebiter and I am not frightened by lackeys of the state.
1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26!
A warning and I was on my way! Nyah nyah nyah!
I got home and there were coyotes in my yard!
You Can't Catch Me, I'm the Motherf&~$ing Gingerbread Man!
So, I was under the impression that you could drive an unregistered car around for 10 days past the end of your birth month here in NH, but it turns out that that's not true--you've got 10 days to get it inspected. I found this out from the officer friendly who pulled me over literally 4 minutes from my destination after having driven 45 minutes to get there.
I cast quick sober on myself, but there were marijuana paraphernalia scattered all over my passenger seat. But whatever, I am Doodlebug Anklebiter and I am not frightened by lackeys of the state.
1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26!
A warning and I was on my way! Nyah nyah nyah!
I got home and there were coyotes in my yard!
Coyotes in your yard you say. How many of them? The black goblin could use such beasts to liberate your neighborhood of all the little pink skins. As for officer friendly NO GODS NO MASTERS Should have offered the Man some smoke. No never mind wouldn't want his filthy pig lips all over your big pipe. Hee Hee
To all of those out in Paizoland, I apologize in advance for introducing The Black Goblin to these boards.
Anyway, movies, movies, movies!
Bunraku Meh, I don't know. This movie had some cool stuff in it, but all in all, I didn't think it hung together all that well. I'm also getting pretty sick of Ron Perlman. There are some cool visuals in this film, true, but I'm giving it a C.
Observe and Report Hee hee! I didn't expect much of this, but it turned out to be a pretty entertaining dark comedy about mall security. I don't ususally like Seth Rogen (he was the weak link back in Freaks & Geeks), but I liked this movie. A-.
Also, I watched most of the new Conan the Barbarian. I haven't finished it yet, but I am having fun.
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You Can't Catch Me, I'm the Motherf~%~ing Gingerbread Man!
So, I was under the impression that you could drive an unregistered car around for 10 days past the end of your birth month here in NH, but it turns out that that's not true--you've got 10 days to get it inspected. I found this out from the officer friendly who pulled me over literally 4 minutes from my destination after having driven 45 minutes to get there.
I cast quick sober on myself, but there were marijuana paraphernalia scattered all over my passenger seat. But whatever, I am Doodlebug Anklebiter and I am not frightened by lackeys of the state.
1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26!
A warning and I was on my way! Nyah nyah nyah!
I got home and there were coyotes in my yard!
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-
Oh okay then.
Books!
Scott Pilgrim Vol. 1
Maus Vol. 1: My Father Bleeds History
Looking For Alaska
Dinosaur Comics: Everybody Knows Failure is Just Success Rounded Down (not finished, someone got mud on the front, but I washed it off)
Homestuck Book 1 (not finished yet, but some a$~~@$@ got mud on it!)
goats: infinite typewriters
Don Quixote (not started, staring at me in a guilting manner)
Subvert the patriarchal paradigm! (Props to my grandfather for linking it out.)
Hey new guy! Sup?
To all of those out in Paizoland, I apologize in advance for introducing The Black Goblin to these boards.
Anyway, movies, movies, movies!
Bunraku Meh, I don't know. This movie had some cool stuff in it, but all in all, I didn't think it hung together all that well. I'm also getting pretty sick of Ron Perlman. There are some cool visuals in this film, true, but I'm giving it a C.
Observe and Report Hee hee! I didn't expect much of this, but it turned out to be a pretty entertaining dark comedy about mall security. I don't ususally like Seth Rogen (he was the weak link back in Freaks & Geeks), but I liked this movie. A-.
Also, I watched most of the new Conan the Barbarian. I haven't finished it yet, but I am having fun.
I liked Conan.
I liked Conan.
I was watching this with friends and they kept pointing out how his sword would go back and forth between his hand and his scabbard between shots. And then, of course, the scene where they're attacked on their ship and one second it's night and VOILA!! then it's day!
I told them to shut the f~*@ up.
Also, I found Rachel Nichols to be quite comely.
I did find the dude playing Conan to be a little too pretty for my Conan, but over all I thought this movie rocked quite a bit. A.
So, my friend's fiancee dropped out of dog-whisperer college in MO, and he just got back from his half-cross-country trip to bring her back and now the compound's population is:
--5 chickens
--4 humans
--3 dogs
--2 catsand 3 fish.
I am thinking of killing 2 of the fish so that the list will be more like "The 12 Days of Christmas." Either that, or get a goat.
One of the fish died, but I didn't do it! Also, now we've got another cat, so the whole 12 days theme's done for.
Whitefish?
Deadfish.
Had a great, though bizarro day yesterday:
Woke up and made an intervention into a Fawtl controversy that didn't end up with people hating me more. Bizarro.
Went to Boston for a picket line. Showed up at the hall a half-hour late, so I had to call my business agent who is not a Bostonian for directions. I don't think he wanted to admit that he didn't know Boston, so he told me to go to the wrong part of town. But it's okay, because when I got off the train at the wrong stop, I found a $20 bill on the ground!
So, back to the bizarro: got to the picket line and was told that it was an informational line and not a strike, so we were supposed to be NICE to people crossing our line! 50 Teamsters walking in circles, saying "Good morning" and smiling at people crossing our line? What, what, what! Even more bizarro, after three hours, the owner of the moving company we were protesting called up the union and asked to sit down and talk about organizing his company! Bizarro.
Got in some awesome used book shopping while Fela Kuti and the Mekons played on the in-store sound system (man, I miss living in a city with culture--also the fact these artists have come up in the music threads?--the synergistic weirdiosity is freaking me out!).
Finally, played a session of D&D where Tramora III had to stop a mob of peasants from burning down a building! Bizarro, I tell you. Of course, the building was the home of one of the other character's girlfriends, and she was unconscious inside the building, and Tramora was the one who incited them to burn down the building in the first place, and the other character's player told Tramora's player that he would kill Tramora if the building burned down, but, still. Bizzaro.
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Funny story . . .
A couple days ago, I put my expensive laptop* on a (french) tray. I'd done it many a time before with my expensive laptop. So I pushed the (french) tray, which held the expensive laptop, back a bit so I could read (Maus: And Here My Troubles Began). A few minutes later, the (french) tray collapsed. It wasn't a long fall, but hey I guess a laptop's inner suspension* wasn't made for supporting the brunt of a huge useless hard drive against finished wood.
After a day of fiddling with it, I called the vendor. Apparently the warranty, which cost several hundred dollars and covered accidents like this for three years, was useless as long as the maker's warranty still ran (one year). Also apparently, the maker's warranty doesn't cover accidents. So I called them up, and fudged a bit (lies by omission! make me unhappy, but that's 'cause I'm crazy lawful, and this is a lot of money), and eventually determined that we could send it to them for repair or replacement. The box is expected tomorrow.
I'm laughing?
*Not a crazy spender! It's compulsory for engineering majors.
**Salesman's words, not mine.
Anyway, we play at the DM's house, and his fiancee is an FBI agent. !!! In the anti-terrorism unit. !!! And everytime I pop out to the car to [bubble bubble bubble], when I go back in the house, their German shepherd barks at me. !!!
I wonder how long it'll be before I go to jail...
Good to hear about your returning laptop. I am very clumsy and break stuff all the time, too.
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I should really be studying . . .
But! Funny story time!
So my gnoll cleric fighter of Gorum and her party of worthy adventurers gets attacked by some half-fiend owlbears (from above). S*@% gets real and she shows them her armour spikes (stabs). The tiefling aberrant/infernal sorceress casts scorching ray a bunch with her mynah bird, while the barbarian of Gorum is kinda ineffective with his elven curbstomp blade and gnome hooked hamper. It's looking pretty grim because only the kobold druid is anywhere near full health (his frog and I go down a couple times). Fortunately, one of the owlbears manages to grab the frog and achieves lifdoff. Its last remaining compatriot joins it in absconding when the druid wildshapes into a triceratops. Ribash (cleric) wants to shoot them down, but Estav (barbarian) notices the frog, and stops her. So everyone and their various cohorts starts running towards this rocky spire that the owlbears seem to use as a perch. Estav gets left behind for a while, but then he uses his superspeed to beat everyone to the bottom of the spire. The druid thinks about turning into an air elemental, but then reconsiders and turns into something much deadlier but a lot slower. Ribash, Tifa the tiefling, and the zombie run along more slowly for a few more seconds until the loaded owlbear lands on the top of the spire and the other one goes down towards the ground (and Estav). Then Ribash shoots the upper one out of the air as it starts to take off again. It hapens (this was rolled for) to land on its nestmate, dealing enough damage to kill it (also rolled for).
But wait! The day's not over!
Ribash runs up to the spire and starts climbing. She aces it, despite her armour, until the fourth checkpoint, where she almost falls (rolls a one). But she manages to catch ahold again (rolls a twenty on the critical failure check [houserule]), and makes it to the top at the same time as the airborne druid (despite her 20-ft land speed). They both cast a spell to stabilise Niebrik the frog - but the spells fail.
Then they check his pulse and he's actually already stable. Ribash heals him with a spell (cmw), an unusual act of magnaminity towards her fellow secondary healer. Then she goes and checks out the treasure that's been left lying on the top of the spire (while I make references to DMotR about "having just enough stamina to make it to the top, but too much to sleep at a less restful resting place further down"). Down below, Tifa is rifling through some more loot. She finds a shredded magic robe and equiups the zombie with it. She ends up taking most of the stuff down there. Then everyone ends up ending up up top (despite my commands to the zombie to start climbing up and stop everyone else from doing so). We sort through the various majyykal items and find six potions (csw), a scabbard (keenness), another robe (scintillating), a hallowed tome, a rod (minor quicken), a spiked shield (shield of thorns), and a bag. and hOLY S~%@ UPDATE brb
Back.
So anyway Ribash and Tifa and Kreyjak cast all kinds of spells to determine stuff, and we determine that the book will increase focus and stuff. So Tifa starts reading it, and Ribash butts in and says no way, so we draw straws (roll a d4). It keeps coming up for Estav, but after a bunch of reshuffling it goes to Kreyjak. So he engrosses himself in that. Ribash ends up with the scabbard and the rod, and Tifa ends up with the robe and the bag. She reaches her hand in and . . . pulls out a rock. So she reaches in again and retrieves an ice cube. Another try, another ice cube. Ribash warns her not to use up too much of the item's energies. Heedless, she reaches in again and pulls out . . . her hand just in time as something tries to grab onto it. (Then she does a knowledge (the planes) check) Then she tells us about an extradimensional entity whose mouths are bags like this, and how if you are eaten by one you don't really come back, though some especially suicidal people use the bags as storage without dying . . . for a while. Ribash reaches her hand in. The monster latches on and begins to pull her in. Tifa grabs the bag and pulls, while Estav tries to yank Ribash. But the creature is too strong. Ribash is getting pulled in.
The kobold stands up and cuts off Ribash's hand.
Ribash sticks her other hand in.
Her friends try to pull her back.
She starts getting eaten, but she manages to pull out.
The monster suddenly paroxysms.
It spits the hand back out.
Ribash grabs the hand, holds it to her gushing stump, and casts a powerful spell of healing. Unfortunately, it only heals over the arm.
Tifa throws the bag away, down into the now-darkness. She burns it with a scorching ray. Kreyjak calls down a pillar of holy fire. Estav throws his hammer at it. Tifa casts another ray at it.
They go down, and it seems to have been only singed (and only by the holy damage of the druid's spell). (Meanwhile, I look up regenerate. The druid cannot cast it until 18th level, so I guess I'll have to take a bunch of cleric levels and be known as The Claw.) Ribash casts a spell to preserve her hand. She then attaches the spiked shield to that damaged arm.
This concludes the best day of Ribash's life.
Laaaaaaaater she/I was kinda petty/disengaged because while we were sleeping along the side of the road we got ambushed by a couple hounds of Tindalos and she spent the whole encounter prone. And her zombies didn't do any damage.
By the way, when the monster let her go and spit her hand out? It failed its critical failure confirmation check.
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Anyway, don't get arrested, man! You gottta fight for your right to apartheid I mean fight the system from a position of power. If you go to jail, you won't be able to disseminate pinko prop!
Edit: wHoOoOoAaAa
I only have two classes (two hours of class) on Wednesdays!
S###TtTtTtT!!!!!
Okay I'm going.
Edit1: One more thing! Totally consequential! The way most people are with taxes and laws in foreign countries, I currently am with Chemistry. Just when you think you've found something rational, you get screwed up. I've got about thirteen sections to read before tomorrow to catch up, but I'm too tired. Hopefully I won't have to hop back down to intro chem. HOPEfolly.
Goodnight.
Gnolls and kobolds and tieflings? Sounds like a very progressive party!
Anyway, I will not go to jail because I am the motherf+@~ing gingerbread man. (Except for that part at the end where he gets eaten while crossing the river...)
I play tieflings. I like tieflings. They make cool Paladins.
I personally believe that goblin paladins make better lovers.
But my 9th-level human paladin kicks much ass, too.
Right now I'm playing a Lawful Good Catfolk Magus. I picked up the Skirnir archetype so that I can be a shield magus with a battleaxe, and got equipment that looks like something out of ancient Osirion. To top it off, she's from Osirion. Egypt. Anthropomorphic cats. It was asking to happen.
@Gark--Funny story about the hand, btw. My players groove on their scars: they've had characters missing arms, eyes, big acid burn splotches all over their face, ritual scarification markings all over...
In our current Carrion Crown game, one of the characters got zapped by a ghost and aged 50 years. He's a halfling, so I ruled that he gets 365 days until he is forced to accept the stat drains from "middle-aged" but get none of the benefits. He is so pissed. Hee hee!
Maus is f~$#ing awesome, and so is Don Quixote.
Just as well. You get to avoid Paladin Drama. I have some going on right now.
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Holy s*!# this place is like Exile Town.
I "purrmised" myself I wouldn't cry. Actually I didn't, but I refuse to unleash the tears of righteousness over forum stuff.
Back to work!
Just as well. You get to avoid Paladin Drama. I have some going on right now.
So, in this other game, we've been travelling along with the DMNPC, who, it's been revealed, is a living god. [Sigh]
Not only that, but this living god has revealed to the cleric and the paladin that their religions are nothing but lies, and that, in fact, the living god is the source for all of their holy powers. [Sigh]
Now, I'm not sure, but I think the DM intended that we would all just easily flip over and start worshipping his NPC, but, uhn uh, that's not how Doodlebug Anklebiter rolls!
I spend all game trying to undermine "her worship" with the other players, and, face-to-face with "her holiness" I roll Diplomacy checks (hello? paladin: high charisma!) to try to get her into bed. I am going to hate-f@~$ my goddess!
How's that for Paladin Drama?
Well, I had a Tiefling Paladin of Shelyn, and the group was trading GMing duties. My Paladin of Shelyn met an NPC Paladin of Iomedae at the Worldwound. However, the Paladin of Iomedae was a member of the Burner sect (Heretical Iomedans who wish to purge all demon blood with burning to protect the areas in the Worldwound.). The Paladin of Iomedae noticed I was a Tiefling, and decided I needed to die. But I am a fellow Paladin! Well, I am obviously really an Anti-Paladin wearing the symbol of Shelyn as a decoy and using alignment masking magic, or so the Iomedan Paladin thinks. Que Code of Conduct argument with James Jacobs getting dragged into it (my fault).
So what happened? The Paladin of Iomedae gathered a whole bunch of followers and demanded my party hand me over to be burned at the stake, and the party did so in return for payment, and so my Paladin was burned at the stake.
Backstabbing a&%~@+%s.
How's that for Paladin drama?
Paladins f%&+ s~#! up real good.
There must be a solution.
The solution is obvious: goblin paladins.