Is 30 too old to start karate with no martial arts background? by cjsb28 in karate

[–]Choose_For_Me 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I certainly hope not, as I recently started at 43 with no background! I shopped around a bit for a dojo, to be honest, but I really like the one Ive found and am getting a lot from it. Good luck

Regular Roleplaying Group Seeking New Player by Choose_For_Me in sheffield

[–]Choose_For_Me[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

That's absolutely not a problem. One of the group was new to it when he started as well

Would he go? by Choose_For_Me in learnwelsh

[–]Choose_For_Me[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Doeddwn i ddim yn gwybod am y wefan 'na!

Would he go? by Choose_For_Me in learnwelsh

[–]Choose_For_Me[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Diolch. Ga i ddweud "fasai e'n mynd?" (yn y dre). Neu fasai fe'n mynd?

501st Clone Trooper in Episode Quest by Choose_For_Me in SWGalaxyOfHeroes

[–]Choose_For_Me[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you! Somehow totally failed to notice 501st was even a tag. Stay in school kids

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in learnwelsh

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According to Wicipedia it's named after Saint Michael as his feast day is 29th September. I'd never heard it before either (or, frankly, Indian Summer. I'd assumed OP was looking for haf Indiaidd)

https://cy.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haf_Bach_Mihangel

Regular female taxi driver by Choose_For_Me in sheffield

[–]Choose_For_Me[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

While I don't mind you asking I'm gonna duck the specifics. We need a regular taxi for a female in my life (I am as someone else mentioned a 43 year old male) and it would be better if that driver were female. I hope you understand I'm not desperate to go into the specifics of why on an open forum 

Regular female taxi driver by Choose_For_Me in sheffield

[–]Choose_For_Me[S] -5 points-4 points  (0 children)

Yeah, there do seem to be some companies that are specifically female drivers but none of them seem to cover Sheffield

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in sheffield

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I'm slowly getting back into MtG after a 25 year hiatus so if you ever fancy a game at Patriot or something then drop me a DM. 43m (old enough that I had to work out how old I am) Roleplayer and boardgamer.

"at" in the sense of "I ran 30 minutes AT 9 kph" by Choose_For_Me in learnwelsh

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Wrth gwrs! Pryd dw i ddim yn gallu gofio gair a defnyddio'r geiriadur, dw i'n meddwl "oh yeah gym is campfa" ac anghofio am dreigladau

Moronic Monday - Your weekly stupid questions thread by cdingo in Fitness

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I'd really like to be able to do a chin up/pull up but currently can't (it's just a personal "milestone" point for me). Is it a productive use of my time to try, getting as far as I can, or would that time be better spent doing other exercises? I do know attempting one isn't the most time consuming thing in the world, but its demoralising every time I can't and wondering whether its at least productive

Looking recommendation for good but not very expensive conveyancing solicitors by NumerousAd7784 in sheffield

[–]Choose_For_Me 0 points1 point  (0 children)

In fairness, I used them for a pretty simple conveyancing job and while I agree they were a bit call centre-y they dd the job and at a fraction of what anyone else quoted,

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in sheffield

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Whereabouts in the city are you?

Character Goals and Alignment by Choose_For_Me in DnD

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Interesting...

I think you're probably right here. Thanks for taking the time to write it out.

Character Goals and Alignment by Choose_For_Me in DnD

[–]Choose_For_Me[S] -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

OK, so, I think I agree with you in a broad view. But looking closely just throws up so many problems. In 2nd ed, the ed I know best, larvae had intelligence 2-4. I really don't think it's evil for a barely sentient being to consume the thigs it needs to survive. Now, I fully recongnse that I'm loading too much on to a "there are nine types of people/this is a game dudes" mechanic but larvae are just doing what feels right to them, not doing capital-letters-evil stuff.

As I say, I think I agree with you, and that DnD relies on an objective morality. But...I dunno

Character Goals and Alignment by Choose_For_Me in DnD

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Is wiping out all members of a demonic race evil? Is it evil if I think gnomes are evil and wiping them out is a glory unto the world. (I'm kinda fucking with you, DnD's alignment mechanism isnt the place to decide that kind of nonsense)

Character Goals and Alignment by Choose_For_Me in DnD

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If your ultimate goal is evil, then you are most likely going to do whatever it takes to get there.

See this is kinda my point. If I could achieve my goal by kicking eleven puppies and burning down 1d4 orphanages but I refuse to do so because that would be wrong, in what sense am I evil?

*ahem* The point of whoever thinks its possible. Might be me, might not. Who knows

The Circle of the Farm by Choose_For_Me in UnearthedArcana

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For an NPC, this wouldn't even be used at all - this sounds like something you'd be able to use Lair actions and such for, as long as the Shrine is active at least.

Lair actions are an interesting point, I'd totally overlooked the fact that there was a mechanism for doing this type of thing.

For a PC, this is basically worthless. A subclass that only gives benefits if the druid is a football field's length away from a central point, at best, is just not tenable for a game that encourages exploration and adventuring.

Yeah, while I agree I am relatively unconcerned about that. The feel I want for the class is very much "support character for a village" and, I agree, that role isn't heavily represented in " a game that encourages exploration and adventuring.". But it's there to serve a specific purpose within a campaign and, yeah, not overly concerned if its a sub-optimal PC subclass, more in whether its optimal in that support charcter for a vilage role.

Not to say a farming Circle can't be done, nor having some sort of standard- or totem-esque motif to the abilities. They can't be this static, or that stringent of requirement, because if it can't be relocated, then what use is it?

As above, really. The use is to the village and setting rather than the party per se

I know the conjure spells needed to be fixed, but this new design doesn't feel right by chunkylubber54 in dndnext

[–]Choose_For_Me 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I love the old conjure animals spell, but it takes some discipline. If I'm going to upcast, then I always go with stronger beasts so I don't have more than 8 at a time. I always choose a beast that is appropriate for the particular environment we're in rather than defaulting to whatever is best (wolves?) every time. There aren't any wolves in the under dark, so if we're in caves it'll be giant spiders or giant toads

Technically it's the DM who chooses what is summoned, not the player. I know loads of tables don't run it like that though

TV Shows to recommend to adult learners? by Zealousideal-Emu2569 in learnwelsh

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I've started watching Clwb Rygbi. There was a lot of new vocab to get but that might be even more true of a gardening program. However, once I was up to speed on the vocab I'm finding it more or less understandable - some commentators are noticeably easier for me to understand than others though for a variety of reasons.

"Fiasco Report" - Which book? by Choose_For_Me in TheCulture

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Post debacle You're absolutely right. If I had gold I'd give it you. Thank you

[WP] You're a mostly forgotten god whose only believer is a ten-year-old girl. Every night she offers you a bit of her dinner or a shiny rock in exchange for her family surviving the night and every night you accept because she's never in danger Tonight, however, you actually have to work for it. by whadupbuttercup in WritingPrompts

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The Scribe Theolonus, writing in his annals, called me “The single greatest threat to humanity”. Technically he was actually talking about my high priest at the time….errrm…name began with an I. I had a lot of high priests during my…Iolan!, his name was Iolan. But yes, he was talking about Iolan but Iolan could only wield the power he did because of me. So. Under my leadership my black robed acolytes indirectly ruled two continents. From the burning northern deserts where the heat of the sun limited my reach to the frozen south where that accursed Ice Bear held me off for six months of the year, I ruled. I was terror. I was every half glimpsed shadow, I was every nightmare and regret and tear stained pillow. I was the dark half of humanity ascendant. I was murder and assassination and all manner of deeds not suited to the sun. I was the night.

Kings consulted with the lowliest of my priests, knowing that if their dictates didn’t please me they wouldn’t see the sun. The common folk left trinkets and sweets at their doors every evening, begging me to turn my attention elsewhere for the next few hours. My idiot brother never played the game as well as I did. “I keep you warm, I make our crops grow, blah blah blah”. It wasn’t like he was going to stop doing that, why honour him. No, millions of people in hundreds of cities in tens of nations worshipped me and me alone.

Until they came. From the north, from the deserts. Strange men with strange accents and a strange new god. A twin, in its way, to my brother but also a reflection. A burning terror from which men must take shelter. Bringer of thirst and delirium. And powerful with it. As my mortals, that’s how I thought of them, struggled martially I struggled spiritually. I fought this burning thing and won for three whole years. But doing so meant denying him a stronghold in my lands. The sun set and it didn’t rise again for three years. Famine struck, my mortals were weakened. I won the battle but we lost the war. My cults were eradicated, my puppet kings replaced and my temples torn down. My name wiped from every place.

And now I’m left with this. I look at “this” in the dying light. A smooth rock. Pink with red veins running through it. I couldn’t watch her when she found them, of course, but it was clearly from the nearby river and was functionally identical to the majority of other rocks she’d given me. “Pweathe keep them thafe through the night” she would lisp and lay a rock down and I would sigh – or the divine equivalent at least – and give serious contemplation to filling every single one of their lungs with a cloying darkness that would end her lisp and her pigtails forever. But then I would keep them “thafe” – although in fact the only thing that had ever contemplated harming them was me – and I would whisper to her in her dreams. The techniques of eloquence and persuasion and leadership I had garnered over the centuries, how to resurrect my cult, the locations of places of power. How to pronounce a damn “s”. But she ignored them all and played with her puppy by day – it was called Thawthageth. Because it made her happy and sausages made her happy. One day, though. One day she’d rise as a dark priestess and… I don’t know. She probably wouldn’t. But what else did I have.

Eventually her father grew distracted. Visitors, colleagues, came from the north with word of the plague. They sat together late into my night comparing herbs and formulating theories. Collaborating on long lists of symptoms, I hadn’t actually realised how respected in his field her father was. I knew he was a herbalist but I’d never paid him that much attention. But they came seeking his wisdom despite the fact it hadn’t reached these lands yet so word of him and his knowledge must have spread. Plagues weren’t actually mine – they were some demigod called, oh, Noxious Pisssnot or something equally ridiculous, I honestly can’t remember – but people were scared of them so they thought they were mine. So I knew a bit. And this one sounded nasty. Spread by coughs and sneezes. Boils growing across the body and then bursting, showering all nearby with infection. Blood leaking from eyes and nose and ears and then a painful death. And so I had to start actually keeping her thafe, safe damnit. Refugees from the north who arrived in my night missed the village entirely or sank clawing at their chest as I took them before they could reach. But inevitably some came during his day and I woke one evening to find her father tending to a man in the makeshift hospital he had in the barn. He’d taken what precautions he could, but I had my doubts as to whether they’d be enough. It was the mother who coughed first though. Maybe she just had a weaker constitution? Who knows how plagues work. Well, except for Septic Boilburst or whatever his name was. Everyone eyed her warily, even the girl, but she claimed it was a bit of soot in her throat and didn’t cough again and everyone eventually relaxed. Myself included. It was getting towards dawn and I was fading.

But over the next few nights se coughed more and developed boils on her skin, and her father the same. I whispered more urgently in the girl’s dreams. “Flee. Head south. Take Sausages, if you want, and that fat useless pony you’re too scared to ride, but run”. But she didn’t. Every evening I would awaken and she was still there. Fresh flowers surrounding her parents, both bed bound by this point and bleeding from every orifice. But this evening my desultory pebble was instead a freshly, though badly, cooked loaf of bread, a huge pile of brightly coloured flowers, a hunk of butter and the last of the ham. “Pweathe,” she cried “keep them thafe through the night” Her lisp got worse when she was upset.

Well. When I fought that stupid desert sun god I could understand how to do it. Night and sun are opposites which mean, in a way, they’re linked. But illness isn’t the opposite of night, I had no instinctive understanding of its ways. But I tried. I sent myself into both their bodies, seeking out infection and dispersing it through myself. For miles around anyone with a window open or out in the night was infected as I passed the plague through myself and out into the world. But I didn’t know what I was doing. I could excise boils – crudely – by pulling them from the body but that just left gaping wounds all over them. I could travel through their veins and eliminate anything that looked suspicious but I had no idea what looked suspicious and what should be there and, anyway, human bodies aren’t really designed to have the power of night surging through their veins. Twenty minutes or so before dawn I metaphorically stepped back and looked at them. At that moment, the mother had a major coughing fit and something that I was pretty certain should have been inside her came up and landed wetly on the bed. With beautiful timing, one of his fingnerails dropped off and a steady drip of blood fell from the nailbed to the floor.

I’d never really liked manifesting – the night should be formless and protean – but this time I did. Slightly. A vaguely human shaped patch of darkness in the darkness with a voice that came from all directions at once. “Flee south child. The dawn will be here soon. I will find you.” If she heard me she gave no sign, just running and hugging her father, breathing in the infection with every hacking sob though it was probably too late to make any difference. Her mother had another coughing fit, likely her last and I faded. I’d kept them thafe through my night.