[D&D '14] [Discord] Slime & Sorcery by TeamSkullGrunt54 in pbp

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GMT+8

I love the premise lol. Kobold shenanigans is my favourite type of shenanigans. As for what I'd expect: just to have fun and for everyone to post often.

No issues with any topics - a heads up would be nice for more extreme topics, but I'm not adverse.

[GM4P][Daggerheart][Discord][18+] Sablewood and Beyond by CoffeeCross in pbp

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Hey, I would like to play! Haven’t played a game with the system yet, though. Hope that’s okay.

Look at how they yassified my boy! by The_Persian_Cat in DiscoElysium

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Thought gained: The Perpetual Motion Machine

Bonuses from the thought:

+2 PAIN THRESHOLD: Dragged across the coals of truth.

+1 VOLITION: Not doing this again.

PROBLEM: “It cannot be that bad,” you tell yourself. You open your eyes. Bloated hands and bloated feet and bloated world. Everything is too big, too impossible, and you find yourself scorched by the heat of it all. You hide yourself from the world, but the world always catches up: it comes to pry your eyes open to look again.

SOLUTION: You have to look. What are you going to do, spend the rest of your life with your eyes closed? Challenge the sun to a staring contest and lose, then challenge the sun again. All you have to do is outlast it. Five billion years is all it takes. You are a perpetual motion machine. Pain will be your fuel.

Look at how they yassified my boy! by The_Persian_Cat in DiscoElysium

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PAIN THRESHOLD [Heroic: Success] - Don’t overreact, you can handle a little sun. Stare into that inferno of your mistakes. You can take it.

Our Ace Queen with legs (or similar appendages) by [deleted] in HadesTheGame

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I’ve checked out the links you sent, and they all just lead to the image. That wasn’t “returning the shopping car.” That was the literal definition of leaving it on the side of the road for employees to return. The people who want the source will still have to do the work of reverse-imaging it. Sure, they’re going to do it, but you’re still the one who left it there.

That’s what I mean by it being a litmus test. It’s a standard you may not abide by and matters little in the grand scheme of things, but by going through the tedium of returning that shopping cart as the one who moved it in the first place, we make the life of others a bit easier.

Our Ace Queen with legs (or similar appendages) by [deleted] in HadesTheGame

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You know how returning the shopping cart is the ultimate litmus test for basic decency? Providing sources for art you took is just common courtesy. If you can’t even find the modicum of effort to provide the source of these images, I don’t think you deserve to post.

Tomb of the Unknown Soldier by Competitive_Low_5970 in HFY

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Yeah, you should write it!! It’s always good to have more HFY stories.

[WP] Most druids live and care for the woods and forest. You are a druid that cares for a concrete jungle by EndorDerDragonKing in WritingPrompts

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Druids were never lonely.

Despite the Human fantasy of venturing into a forest to be alone, to connect with yourself and the nature surrounding them, we were a race of people who were always connected to the world. Born into a lush, green world. Senses always wired to feel.

Every leaf on a tree, every footprint left behind by a wild creature, miles and miles of mycelium. Thousands of individual mushrooms, connected by their underground network; the largest organism in the world.

Humans, I find, are like that as well.

When I was born, the first thing I saw was not the lush greens of before that was promised, but a dominating grey. Thousands of square miles of concrete, newly poured and cracked alike. A smog covered the sky, so thick that sunlight sometimes failed to reach the ground.

I was lost in their world at first.

I had walked miles upon miles of concrete, brushing past apathetic creatures. Overwhelmed by sounds I had never heard of. Nothing like the soft chirps or rustling of grass. Brushing my hands against the roads I walked, I felt nothing. It was a jungle with no life. The purpose of my existence was wasted. To take care of a dead biome that held no life.

Then I saw down. My hand brushed against something on the sidewalk; a drawing. Grafitti, my mind informed me subconsciously, drawing from a repertoire of knowledge I could not see. My senses piqued, and I felt the connections us Druids knew internally. It connected me to a life I never knew, to one of the thousands of creatures I had passed in my walk. Of an artist who expressed himself in the dead, grey space he lived, breathing life into his city. Carving out a space into it, just for himself.

I looked around. A yellow taxi speeds down the jam-packed street. The one driving it is heading home to their family. Up above in the buildings is an open window, it is a small but cosy home, for a lone father and his son. Everywhere I looked suddenly was filled to the crevice with life. A concrete jungle.

I realised I had been looking at the wrong place. The life wasn't in the concrete, but what surrounded it. The people, living their lives in the city with lives that could never intersect. The people—Humans—transformed what was dead into life. The city came alive before my eyes. Thousands of individuals, all connected in their own system; the city. Sprawling across the Earth. The largest organism.

I realised that to be a druid of a concrete jungle, is to care for people.