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1000 is too achievable, since he's already so close. Make it 10000. It's just another zero, after all.
Set yourself a goal to reach 1,000, and then another goal to drop the habit!
That's actually a good idea...now I have to make my sister stop sending me links to dice companies...
It's fascinating, how far we have come from the chessex days. Who still makes dice, I'm sure.
1000 is too achievable, since he's already so close. Make it 10000. It's just another zero, after all.
And zeroes represent a total absence in quantity, this is a good plan.
Actually, Andostre's suggestion is pretty cool. I just need 49 more dice (seven sets), an easily obtainable goal!
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1000 is too achievable, since he's already so close. Make it 10000. It's just another zero, after all.
No, see... I was trying to help him!
Actually, Andostre's suggestion is pretty cool.
Damn straight.
I love you guys...lol
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Not that you should buy a set of glow-in-the-dark dice with a D5, D18, D30 (etc) in...
GASP
You are a bad, bad man.
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Fantasy Monster: Sagging Blob.
Because I noted that there wasn't a CR 6 ooze yet.
Fantasy Monster: Sagging Blob.
Because I noted that there wasn't a CR 6 ooze yet.
I love this. And what makes it relatable is I once rented an apartment where, during a rainstorm, I watched a blob about the size of a soccer ball slowly make it's way down the wall by the stairs. It was water trapped between the paint and the drywall behind it. When it finally reached one of the steps it leaked out all over the carpet. I really hated that apartment and it wasn't even like the haunted place we rented once.
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I'm here for Cal's ghost story.
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I'm here for Cal's ghost story.
It's not much of a ghost story, but that house had weird stuff happening in it.
In January of 1989, my three roomies and I rented a three bedroom house in a lower income part of town. It was a cheaply built, non-descript house built sometime in the early 1970s or late 1960s. Aside from the things the landlord lied to us about where the place was concerned, it didn't have a cookstove (we microwaved and bought a lot of fast food). The best thing about the place was the shower which put out approximately as much pressure as a fire hose and had a really large water heater tank.
Ok, the weird stuff - One my roomies, Trina, (whether you believe in these things or not could always sense when something about a place was "off". We passed up a couple of other houses because of this but we were running out of time at our old place so we negotiated a six month lease with the landlord instead of the 12 he wanted). We weren't in there three nights before "stuff" began happening. There weren't things like furniture or such moving around, but things would disappear from where we'd place them and then usually reappear a day later (we all missed a day of work or two because car keys were gone). One night my brother (and roomie) Tom and I sat in the cab of his pickup truck and watched lights go on and off in every room for an hour. No one else was home. It wasn't odd to wake up in the middle of the night with all the lights in a bedroom on. Twice when my girlfriend was over for the night the lights in my bedroom came on while we were "busy". Automatically we'd think one of the roomies walked in without knowing she was there but the door would still be closed.
Trina began having nightmares before the week was out. She was always a very brash, outspoken, up-front sort of person, but she suddenly seemed subdued, almost timid at times. She said the place originally housed an old man who was extremely angry that people were in "his" house. She said she saw him while awake twice, and more than once mentioned shadow figures that moved around the house at night, in and out of all the bedrooms, whether a door was open or not.
One Saturday afternoon, after she told me about seeing the old man for the second time I thought I'd "test things". I wasn't saying this to mock what she said, but I announced out loud to the old man to show me something to prove he was here. Within 15 minutes my temperature went from its normal 98.6 degrees to 104. My entire body felt like I'd been beaten with clubs. I began experiencing dizziness, became too weak to stand, and literally began losing my vision. And wouldn't you know it, no one's keys could be found so I didn't go to the hospital. But this lasted almost exactly four hours and then, like throwing a switch, it stopped. My fever dropped back to normal in less than five minutes. The aches, dizziness, and visual things stopped immediately.
As we neared the end of the six months lease, we began looking for another house. Trina had us all have a "family meeting" to discuss our plans in the living room, and to make a point to say things about moving out in confident, strong voices. At the end of the meeting we all felt a weird sort of "warmth" (not physically...it's hard to describe any other way). The lights stopped turning themselves on and off, she stopped seeing the shadow people, and her nightmares stopped. And finally, and you can believe this or not, some of the things that went missing and never reappeared were all back the next day in the places they'd originally been placed. House keys, spare change, one of my concert t-shirts, a missing wallet with the cash in it, everything was returned.
I had actually pretty much forgotten about all of this until very recently. If someone asked me if I'd ever had a supernatural experience, the only one I could bring to mind was something that happened the night after my dog Rosie died. So I guess I can add "The House on Meador Street" to the roster now. Oh, and one more thing, Trina married her boyfriend (our other roomie, Mark). They had kids and bought a house. To this day, they hear knocking on doors, windows, and from the insides of closets from time to time. Always three knocks, very loud. If they get up to check on the knocking, they'll find cabinet doors open and canned goods or dishes neatly placed on the countertops, things they clearly did not do before going to bed. Their dogs will suddenly get up from sleeping, growling and snarling in rooms where the lights are off or the doors are closed. She still sees shadowy figures, sometimes in daylight.
Weird stuff, man.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
:-)
Which is fairly close to what my answer to such questions usually is: "There are things I don't understand. Maybe one day I will."
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I always love to hear people tell their ghost stories. On the surface, I don't believe in ghosts or much that is supernatural, but on the other hand, numerous times in my life I've encountered rational people that I trust who have had some sort of experience that is hard to explain without a supernatural explanation.
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I feel like this comic summarizes about 85% of PC plans I've seen over the years...
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I feel like this comic summarizes about 85% of PC plans I've seen over the years...
Larson was a visionary...LOL
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He's back at it in a limited way. I'll go with "is" a visionary, regardless of what he'd say to that.
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I remember him going on some rant about the internet and computers and video games or somesuch a number of years ago, and he quietly apologized for it relatively recently.
I remember that, too.
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I remember him going on some rant about the internet and computers and video games or somesuch a number of years ago, and he quietly apologized for it relatively recently.
Wait, we're supposed to apologize for that now? I ranted about the internet, computers, video games, AND somesuch as recently as this morning... dammit, I can't keep up with these new social rules any more.
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Some people just want to watch the world wide web burn.
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*sniff; sob*
You dream and hope your invention will be something but you never really believe till it happens!
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Fantasy Monster: Crimson Bees.
Bees that make honey out of blood and flesh of killed prey. Including people.
I like this. Was it prompted by a run-in with some bees?
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I like this. Was it prompted by a run-in with some bees?
I haven't seen a bee in ages.
Nope. In Dishonored 2 which I have just finished one of the nuisances were "bloodflies" - swarms of annoying flesh-eating insects that made wasp-like hives that occasionally contained pieces of valuable blood amber and there was implication that some folks are trying to breed them to produce more of it.
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What are you going to do, sic dogs on me? Or bees? Or dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark they shoot bees at you?!
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What are you going to do, sic dogs on me? Or bees? Or dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark they shoot bees at you?!
Yes.
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I love how Drejk now has a monster for every occasion.
Fantasy Monster: Lutrinal, otter-agathions, dedicated travelers, explorers, and guides.
Fantasy Monster: Lutrinal, otter-agathions, dedicated travelers, explorers, and guides.
I have a friend who loves otters. I shared it with her just now.
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I would use this as a summoned monster just to have the lead-in:
"Why you! I otter..."
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I would use this as a summoned monster just to have the lead-in:
"Why you! I otter..."
Summoned? Summoned?!
They deserve at least proper planar ally spell! Or at least planar binding...
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I would use this as a summoned monster just to have the lead-in:
"Why you! I otter..."
Summoned? Summoned?!
They deserve at least proper planar ally spell! Or at least planar binding...
And a fish. And a shiny rock. Otters love both about equally.
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"Little kelp here!"
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"Little kelp here!"
--snort--
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So in a local news story, the Frying Pan Building's owner is looking for volunteers to stay in the building (30 miles offshore) while doing repairs.
My first thought: "HELL NO! I've played enough Call of Cthulhu to know a call for volunteers to a remote ocean-bound location only ends one way and that's with fishmen, tentacles, and human sacrifice."
People say RPGs can cause disconnection from reality. I say they teach valuable survival skills and anyone who thinks otherwise is going to end up sacrificed to Dagon...
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pshaw. What could possibly go wrong? We all know that Dagon isn........(static)
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pshaw. What could possibly go wrong? We all know that Dagon isn........(static)
Noooooo!!!
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Pfft. Tourists.
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I know, right?
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Fantasy NPC: Dame Sungazer. A desert roaming kyton. There was no kyton in a long time.
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You could compile them into a collection entitled You Gotta Be Kyton Me.
I'll show myself out.
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Fantasy NPC: Dame Sungazer. A desert roaming kyton. There was no kyton in a long time.
I love her!
A couple of campaigns ago I used Kytons as the primary baddies for good portion of it. Not everyone in my group had seen "Hellraiser", so I got to mine that for some inspiration. It was a very fun and creepy story arc.
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One of my most "other players back away and promise themselves never to be alone in an isolated place with me" gaming stories involves a kyton.
We had just come back from this horrible Bartertown-style city. We had met/fought/fled from some guys who used alien tech drugs and mutilated themselves in a very Mad Max kind of way. And, blocking the path to our boat, we found a kyton.
We were level 4.
My character made the Knowledge (planes) check. I didn't know EVERYTHING about kytons, but I knew approximately how long he would torture us before letting us die and I did not like that number.
"I make a Diplomacy check. *in character* Greetings, painlord. I know where there are some men who could very much use a visit from you..."
I proceeded to bargain for OUR safe passage in exchange for the location of the drug den. While the other players looked on, appalled.
My character hadn't been evil till then, but the GM made a compelling case for an alignment shift based on that. Hey, I figure better the kyton flay a bunch of paint-huffing self-mutilators than me. That kind of moral calculus apparently people find... off-putting.
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Does one swallow make a summer? Does one evil act make someone inevitably and permanently evil? Does the motive for the act play any part?
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That kind of moral calculus apparently people find... off-putting.
Those are the people who flunked moral algebra II and decided ethical mathematics would never be used "in real life". Suckers.
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The ‘E’ is for ‘efficient’. Lawful efficient.
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Fantasy NPC: Dame Sungazer. A desert roaming kyton. There was no kyton in a long time.
Minor typo: "desert grab" should be "desert garb".