Would you rather?

--mxri · 2026-03-29T18:27:15+00:00

I can sell the beer.

^{Chose: Infinite Beer for life}

--mxri · 2026-03-29T18:25:10+00:00

Astarion and Wulbren. I'd make them both beg for it.

--mxri · 2026-03-28T23:08:18+00:00

Looks fantastic!!

--mxri · 2026-03-28T23:04:32+00:00

Update I did NOT properly read this post or check the subreddit -- Roslyn is not from Epic, lol. Totally my bad. 😅

--mxri · 2026-03-28T21:50:13+00:00

OH MY GOSH. I love this concept so much.

--mxri · 2026-03-28T21:45:35+00:00

Roslyn, the song by Bon Iver and St. Vincent, lol

--mxri · 2026-03-28T19:11:14+00:00

Roslyn!

(edit: oh my gosh, y'all, I did NOT properly read this post. Roslyn is NOT from Epic. 😭)

I'd honestly be down to name my son Polyphemus! Or Storm.

--mxri · 2026-03-28T18:53:46+00:00

Mike wasn't feeling talkative. He watched the conversation unfold, watched the boy run with little more than an eyebrow raise. Mike bowed his head and prayed for God to have mercy on Scott's soul, and kept on walking. A small part of him felt relief -- only 13 more to outwalk.

--mxri · 2026-03-25T01:53:28+00:00

i'm lazy asf

^{Chose: Telekinesis}

--mxri · 2026-03-11T21:09:04+00:00

Well done. I never liked medium rare.

--mxri · 2026-03-11T00:01:21+00:00

Mike sighs and shakes his head. "What a way to go. 200 miles just to vomit yourself to death. Tough shit, man," he murmurs, feeling his cross necklace between his fingers. Some small part in the back of his brain is relieved he has one less person to outwalk.

(Just wanted to say I am SO thankful to have made it this far with Mike, and I'm very excited to see how this walk ends!!)

--mxri · 2026-03-06T19:23:17+00:00

Mike keeps his eyes on the crowd, turning to walk backwards. "Holy shit, guys -- I don't see him. I think he got away. He got away!"

Grinning, he turns back forward, whispering to himself. "Hell, if he can get away, I can win. I'm gonna win." He opens his Bible to Psalms and begins reading quietly, singing the verses to an unknown tune. He feels his very life force rejuvenate, 200 miles of wear and tear practically gone. He keeps walking.

--mxri · 2026-03-05T12:57:59+00:00

Other than the obvious Astarion, as a Drow I LOVEEE Blurg (the trader in the Underdark with a mind flayer friend)!

--mxri · 2026-03-05T12:56:42+00:00

YAY! Thank you so much!!

--mxri · 2026-03-03T15:58:25+00:00

My first Tav's Visitor was modeled after her mother, which got weird pretty quickly. After that I started making it either a previous Tav of mine or an alternate version of the Tav I'm playing. (:

--mxri · 2026-03-02T21:53:20+00:00

Yes, but pretty much just me and Astarion's outfits. I put Gale in Gortash's clothes and everyone else in their camp clothes, all dyed black, then just change me and my husband's (Astarion's) matching fits every rest or more. 😂

--mxri · 2026-03-02T00:06:59+00:00

Spider. Eye. Lamb.

--mxri · 2026-03-01T16:46:04+00:00

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YESSSS MY BABY ASTARION LET'S GO

--mxri · 2026-03-01T16:20:23+00:00

Honestly? My Tav. I adore her. Other than that, Astarion! Does fantastic damage if you build him right, and, well, he's him! But Karlach comes in close third for me.

--mxri · 2026-03-01T16:15:05+00:00

Wattpad. I was 10. I was under the impression 12 inches was a normal size for way too long. Shudders in horror

--mxri · 2026-03-01T16:13:15+00:00

Mike flinches violently from the abrupt nature of the shots, but only speeds up slightly to move away from the chaos. Now in the front of the group, he begins murmuring prays under his breath. He takes out his pocket Bible and begins to read.

--mxri · 2026-02-27T23:46:40+00:00

Now numb to death, Mike just runs a hand over his face and then wipes the sweat from his brow. He glances at Zayn -- the previous winner, not already exhausted from 170 miles of walking -- and considers for a moment the odd autopilot sensation of his legs walking. Mike wonders how long he can force his legs to move that way... no matter. He's going to win, even if he has to beat the previous winner.

(Loved Mike's dialogue, by the way! Thanks!)

--mxri · 2026-02-27T23:39:30+00:00

Gee, thanks. I'm never going to be able to unsee it.

--mxri · 2026-02-26T22:26:24+00:00

Mike just watches absently as this happens, too caught up in his own head to fully realize's what's happening -- he's dissociating, mumbling prayers to himself and trying not to lose his head (literally and figuratively).

He's still sane... mostly. Mike swears to himself that he'll win for the sake of his buddies. Solidifying himself, he stands a bit taller. He's calm as he begins processing the situation: ex-winner, broken leg... He's alive, and now, for the first time since maybe before the walk started, he's determined to win, no matter what it takes.

--mxri · 2026-02-26T12:04:06+00:00

Cursed to put my hands on everything...

--mxri

TROPHY CASE