When I drop the mic, it leaves a crater.
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.
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.
Yeah. I grabbed all of them now and I’m at the grace before the final boss. Just snagged the last of the armors and weapons I’d missed and killed the furnace golems last night. I think I’m just about 100% on it now. Gonna wipe up the boss tonight and put it aside while I get back to real life for a bit.
Edit: I said “wipe up the boss.” That was a mistake, and I understand that now. I apologize for my hubris.
Just a bunch of kids eating mushrooms and playing with fire.
Yeah, that’s what I was thinking would happen. I’ll find out when I get home from work and have a chance to test it. Luckily I was farming armor and testing amulets last night, so I have a baseline damage number on an enemy already for what I was before.
I wish they were a bit more open with the percentages. I have +11 or +12 now, and I don’t know if that means I’ll see any increase, or not.
Too many over the years. I’m long lost.
That’s how they get you, these… cats. Devils more like it. It’s all purring and mewing, and then Bam! one of them hits you with a head nudge. By then, it’s all over. Soon it’s the expensive food, and the water filters, and the fancy kitty litter. Before you know it, they are asking if their brother can crash on the couch. You know, just a for a few weeks. He’s got an idea, and it’s gonna be huge, like Facebook huge, but he just needs a little bit to get him off the ground. A year later you are laying in bed at 4 AM looking back on the choices you’ve made, wondering how it ever got to this point, and you feel a sharp pain in your gut. It’s one of those furry devils come to ask for more food, or to warn you about the spider it thinks it saw in the hallway, or to tell you that the vase above the TV is haunted. It doesn’t matter. You love them, anyway. You’re all theirs now. Under their spell. They call it love, but it’s spelled t-o-x-o-p-l-a-s-m-o-s-i-s.
Play the OG games if you want. There are a lot of mods that make it more tolerable by modern standards. If you haven’t played Eternal yet, though, you definitely should if you enjoyed 2016.
Goddamnit I’m loving this third era of DOOM.
There is one dude with a Windows 8 laptop that turns it on once per month just to take this survey.
I haven’t, but I got it out of a humble monthly bundle a while back, so I might try it. Most of what I read is that the combat gets stale, which can either come from over powered abilities or playing on too easy a difficulty. If I do try it, and there is a difficulty setting, I might go for a hard one just to keep it interesting. I have way too many games on my plate right now, though.
“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.”
Fancy memes
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.
Finally, we’ll have the NICEST telescope.
To make matters worse, it was loaded with a bio-organic payload that is mostly hydrogen and oxygen, both of which are incredibly volatile.
“But I don’t have a cloaca.”
Context, if you want it:
spoiler
I was playing a frost giant fighter, and I found a dragon egg. I asked the town vet (who the DM made up on the spot) how I could hatch the egg and raise the dragon as my own. The vet told me that dragons cannot be tamed, and that dragons bond with their mothers in the womb, and then, the egg must be laid. My line, “But I don’t have a cloaca”, and the vet shrugs. Queue Always Sunny theme music, “The Gang Kidnaps a Druid”. In the end, I gave birth to my dragon buddy, and I named him Pellinore, and we had many great adventures until I found a bell that reversed aging, and Pellinore turned back into an egg, and the campaign ended before he hatched, again. I’m GMing the new campaign that is all homebrew, and Pellinore is making a comeback, though.