Woah, woah, keep that thing in its sheath.
When I drop the mic, it leaves a crater.
Woah, woah, keep that thing in its sheath.
You can’t miss.
Any npc I make up on the fly is 100% an orc. I can just put bodily-fluid+weapon together and boom, named.
Oh, him? Yeah, that’s the Orc bartender PissMace.
Autumn is awesome, it’s nicer out with no forces of nature used against anyone
Hurricane season would like a word with you…
I don’t, but I also don’t remember anyone’s name, either, so I might just be expecting the same treatment. If anything, it’s just awkward because the other person is being apologetic about it, not realising that in about 5 seconds I’m going to ask them the same question…
I bet our birthdays are pretty close to one another’s.
Day of the Tentacle is one of my first PC gaming memories. My friend’s brother had a PC that could play it, and I was in awe. I remember he had to uninstall it to make room for Duke Nukem 3d…
I was so close to putting Dead Cells on my list, but I opted for Hades instead. Dead Cells is so damned good, though.
Chrono Trigger
Earthbound
Xenogears
Nier: Automata
Vagrant Story
Super Mario World
Hades
Elden Ring
Horizon: Zero Dawn
Final Fantasy XIV
Kind of in order, kinda not. They all deserve 1st place, really, and I’m sure there are many others that could be up there with them that didn’t spring to mind as fast.
I feel the same way about things. Growing up poor I didn’t really get much, so when I did I never used it for fear of losing it. My parents bought me a book of paper airplanes where you rip out the paper and follow the instructions to make a unique plane. I never used it. I still have the same problem with receiving food as a gift, I won’t eat it. I make enough now to be comfortable, but I have shoes that are worn through that I won’t throw away because I rarely got new shoes when I was a kid. I form crazy emotional attachments to gifts because they were so rare and typically meant someone I loved had to go without just to afford it.
“Woah! You can’t just cast any spell you find laying around. You have to create a virtual world first, then cast the spell. That way if shit goes pear shaped, you just pull the plug and the world vanishes. Can you imagine if you got a grimoire labeled ‘Summon Frog’, but it actually summoned a plague of frogs? Do you know even who wrote the book? Bro. Virtual World.”
Do they crop the top and bottom of the frame, or is there a complete restoration with a larger aspect ratio?
I don’t care what the situation is, I’m taking Bourdain over Fieri any day of the week, but I get the guys point, and Fieri by all accounts is a fucking solid guy.
Can’t stop here! This is mynock country!
Let it die, Tim. Let it die.
The first time was when they gave a piece of their culture to a wandering orphan minstrel girl who didn’t have a family. The second was when he “accidentally” killed a young man in the arena, and the man’s father challenged him to a duel for the honor of his son. The old man took some magical PCP which is my homebrew one-way ticket to Pharasma. It was a short fight, and it may have been a bit heavy handed, but I needed to punish the bloodlust murder hobo antics the group was devolving into. It worked.
I’ve made two cry, but one of them has cried twice. Does that count?
This is about to happen in the next session we play. They are 100% gonna have a run in with the authorities when they sail into port, and it’s gonna be up to them on how to deal with it. I would love for them to befriend the knights, but I know at best they’ll spend a night in jail, and at worst they’ll be hunted down like stray dogs by every Knight in the city. They’re learning, though. A month ago I wouldn’t even bother brainstorming alternatives, because they’d just fight everyone without thinking and wind up sleeping outside the city, again.
Trust me, guys, this kid’s got the juice!
Believable. I once passed by a book titled “Common Circumcision Rituals of Orc Clans in the Great Southern Wastes” written by Dr. SpinalfluidHammer, MD. The cover was of the author holding a too-large knife covered in too much blood. He seemed happier than the situation called for.