God, why didn't anyone tell me that DMing an RPG would cause me so much Psychic damage! I just wanna spill the story, I just wanna tell it all right here and now!! What do you mean I have to wait a week to progress the story!!!
thinking about a parallel universe where furries with big useless bappy paws exist IRL, but so does that one dumbass apple mouse that has no buttons, a charging port on the bottom, and a shape that is extremely uncomfortable to use if you have normal adult human hands
excellent names on the enemy team tonight
Fishing enthusiasts will go to the fishing convention to make new friends and one of them will shout "Networking? Yeah, I sure hope so!" and everyone will laugh and high five him, one fisher is crying laughing slapping his knees
future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy
Very important conversations happening in the party chat
Tortuga has a Monarch-red helmet Monarch has a Tortuga-grey visor
It's officialâ„¢ Forbidden Romance. Their +1 tech attack is so they can send each other love letters through company firewalls.
Mech handler hearing the new pilot instinctively talk about her mech in first person, as if it were "herself," and looking at her with a mix of sorrow and excitement because oh, this one has the talent. The handler has seen this kind of pilot only a few times before, and knows commanding her will be the highest, heaviest honor. Only by becoming one with their mech can a pilot reach the height of their skills, and it comes so naturally to her. She's going to be magnificent, dancing across the battlefield to a song of clashing blades and cannon fire, a presence that graces friend and foe alike by lifting them from the grit and making them, if only for a moment, part of something sublime. And she will never stop, never retire, never refuse a mission, never again know lasting peace, because her art is war and this performance only ends when the dancer is dead.
CAN YOU PEOPLE STOP CASCADING FOR TEN MINUTES. IS THAT REALLY TOO MUCH TO ASK?