I'm having Beserker flashbacks from Clerks. \m/
/refrains from actually quoting
And latin as in SISTER, Sist= a painful growth, er=one who is. Coinidence Mr. Fishy thinks not.
Politics, Poly=many, Tics= blood sucking insects, interesting.
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Tell a gentleman from Britian, Americans speak English and see how he feels about it.
Ask an Englishman how he is going to celebrate the 4th of July while you are at it. No seriously, when I was in Air Force Tech School we had a British guy in our flight and his boss back in Oregan once asked him how he was going to celebrate the 4th. He said "I'm going to sit around getting drunk and mourning the fact that you kicked our ass."
I'm having Beserker flashbacks from Clerks. \m//refrains from actually quoting
Ack! dice rolling Nat 1!
"Did he say 'making f@%&?'"
Which all comes back around to: A GM can't say 'armour' cause that's not how it is in the core rulebook...
Nice try attempting to segue back on-topic by the way. Kudos. :D
Mostly the difficulty of learning English is that we use similar sounding words to mean highly different things. To a non-native speaker a sentence such as "I went to the store to buy two tomatoes and she was there too," would be gibberish. Like wise the sentence "I read Redbook to see what Oprah says I should read." Most other languages that I am familiar with have very few if any homophones in them.I spent 2 years studying japanese in college. And i would say amusingly enough, japanese is far simpler then English.
Yeah, I love it when Japanese/Manga/Anime Fanbois go on and on about how great and complex the Japanese language is compared to English. LOL. English is just as complex and lively as any other language. And hilaaarious.
Lies (to lay down, or tell a mistruth)
Which (sounds like you could be referring to one of the APG classes)
Write (or right? or rite?)
English descended from German, which is imo actually alot more straightforward because of the use of compound words (a bat is a fledermaus, or "flying mouse", a desk is a schreibtische, or "writing table", a map is a landkarte, or "land chart", etc.) instead of making up entirely new words to describe things.
I still find it amusing that Madchen in the Germanic language is classified as neuter instead of a feminine word.
I'm having Beserker flashbacks from Clerks. \m//refrains from actually quotingAck! dice rolling Nat 1!
"Did he say 'making f&!~?'"
Now imagine three or four nerds in oh-so-edgy black trench-coats marching through the shopping mall singing that song and you'll pretty much get a good idea of my teenage/college years.
/shudder
I still find it amusing that Madchen in the Germanic language is classified as neuter instead of a feminine word.
Yeah, das madchen instead of die madchen. Odd, isn't it? I am glad though that we dropped genitives (except when speaking of ships, and perhaps cities) for English. What a pain to try to remember if a fork is a he or a she!
Language is arbitrary and oppressive! It needs more rules to fix it!
Language is arbitrary and oppressive! It needs more rules to fix it!
Why doncha summon up that there stuffy library lady wots always calling folks out on there grammer mistakings?
..or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.
..or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.
What, you can't multi-task?
..or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.
YESSSSSSSSSSSS!
..or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.What, you can't multi-task?
Chewing gum and walking simultaneously is a chore. Ask me if I'm even getting any work done.
..or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.
Sounds like my Friday game group! XD
..or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.Sounds like my Friday game group! XD
Depending on the attendees in our Friday night games, the language also goes dangerously over the line of coarse scatology. The scatbot would blow a fuse.
I was thinking of a new language: Bachelor...or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.Sounds like my Friday game group! XD
And he cooks his meals in a dutch oven.
Okay, who's the equal now? We've managed to push the DM's fiat over the cliff. Should've bought a real car, pal. MUAHAHAHA!
..or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.
Go back...uh, Mr. Fishy never left. Your opponent gags and leaves the room in tears is a legitimite arguement win.
..or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.Go back...uh, Mr. Fishy never left. Your opponent gags and leaves the room in tears is a legitimite arguement win.
Asphyxiation always tend to quell any dissent.
..or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.Sounds like my Friday game group! XD
I have a player whose butt keeps casting cloudkills -- we try to keep the place well-ventilated.
Okay, who's the equal now? We've managed to push the DM's fiat over the cliff. Should've bought a real car, pal. MUAHAHAHA!Whoa, careful there pal. Someone might think you are being a troll.
Well, I was trying out this template on me this morning. Gotta love PFRPG's rules on regeneration.
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Well, I was trying out this template on me this morning. Gotta love PFRPG's rules on regeneration.Okay, who's the equal now? We've managed to push the DM's fiat over the cliff. Should've bought a real car, pal. MUAHAHAHA!Whoa, careful there pal. Someone might think you are being a troll.
The DM will never allow it.
And latin as in SISTER, Sist= a painful growth, er=one who is. Coinidence Mr. Fishy thinks not.
Politics, Poly=many, Tics= blood sucking insects, interesting.
politics is actually a greek word. Poli means city.
I have a player whose butt keeps casting cloudkills -- we try to keep the place well-ventilated...or we could always go back to grunting, scratching, farting, and belching.Sounds like my Friday game group! XD
I have a player who's only joy in life is making other people gag with his evil anus. I have found a solution:
Matches.
The smell of a match is usually just a bit better than smelling someone's butt gas AND somehow it chemically neutralizes the actual fart smell. It's like a Christmas miracle.
Best of all, that player HATES the hell out of it. Double bonus!
I have a player who's only joy in life is making other people gag with his evil anus. I have found a solution:
Matches.
The smell of a match is usually just a bit better than smelling someone's butt gas AND somehow it chemically neutralizes the actual fart smell. It's like a Christmas miracle.
Best of all, that player HATES the hell out of it. Double bonus!
LOL! Thanks, I'll be picking up some matches for my next game.
The DM will never allow it.Well, I was trying out this template on me this morning. Gotta love PFRPG's rules on regeneration.Okay, who's the equal now? We've managed to push the DM's fiat over the cliff. Should've bought a real car, pal. MUAHAHAHA!Whoa, careful there pal. Someone might think you are being a troll.
Well, then the DM just needs a course correction. My way, or ...
<points at the Fiat went over the cliff>
... the highway.
I have a player who's only joy in life is making other people gag with his evil anus. I have found a solution:
Matches.
The smell of a match is usually just a bit better than smelling someone's butt gas AND somehow it chemically neutralizes the actual fart smell. It's like a Christmas miracle.
Best of all, that player HATES the hell out of it. Double bonus!
We actually keep matches at home in the bathroom for precisely that reason.
The smell of a match is usually just a bit better than smelling someone's butt gas AND somehow it chemically neutralizes the actual fart smell. It's like a Christmas miracle.
Best of all, that player HATES the hell out of it. Double bonus!
methane (primary gas in farts) is flamable. Lighting a match burns off the methane, removing much of the unpleasant smell.
LOL! Thanks, I'll be picking up some matches for my next game.
I have a player who's only joy in life is making other people gag with his evil anus. I have found a solution:
Matches.
The smell of a match is usually just a bit better than smelling someone's butt gas AND somehow it chemically neutralizes the actual fart smell. It's like a Christmas miracle.
Best of all, that player HATES the hell out of it. Double bonus!
We keep a box of Diamond matches at each end of the table... he can't hope to steal both of them.
I decree that we have now come full circle.
Go to the store and buy a grill lighter and lite his ass on fire. One or two butt flames should quell the beast. Or a spray bottle marked NO, filled with "Frebreeze" >wink<.
I was thinking more of a a Glade (butt) plug-in.
Well, that post was supposed to go after Tessius, but now I can't move it without appearing to have been ninja'd by TOZ. And I will not be ninja'd!
player power vs dm power
languages
and now fart lighting...
lol
You never know where this place will take you.
Wait, you can move posts? o.O I would totally delete my post if you can get yours there.
I just meant quickly repost it so it would be after Tessius'. (Something weird did happen there, however.) No worries.
DMs are nothing but Nazis trying to keep creative players down. We don't need them. Isn't that why the DM guide was done away with?
I want to find a reason to wield Occam. I'm feeling twitchy.