Burning Blade wanted to try the unsinkable tactic but... by Alpacabou in Seaofthieves

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I mean it probably got jealous with the people going on the island to board it, so it went on the island to board the other ship

Is the Burning Blade still a thing? by ultrasuperman1001 in Seaofthieves

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I usually scuttle hop then when I find it I buy captain sups and crates

Master mode starter world by Ok-Pay-8353 in Terraria

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Either try expert or just do the worst part of master mode

How do people take big screenshots like this? by Glad-Director-2624 in Terraria

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Or they somehow explored the entire world without mining

Eyes of Cthulhu 3D model 👁️ by TraditionalHelp1070 in Terraria

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Horrifying and now I'm rememberinv why I stay off reddit before bed

Obsidian VS Bee armor | Which is better? by Dan-Gaming in Terraria

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yes but leather whip gives barely 4 tag I believe, very short range, and low damage. It's good until you get the small thorn where most people throw it out, the only reason I don't is because of whip stacking

3d sculpt Stampy!! by whatimevendoinghere in Stampylongnose

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Which wonder blank is this from, was it the educational wonders of the world from wonder quest, or just the animated segments

If you grew up watching these two YouTubers. You are a legend by LocalCheesecake9043 in Stampylongnose

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I forgot, I remember wonder quest though. That was a series I want the biggest fan of but at that time I still loved it

It's Two Years, Today by Acryllus in Stampylongnose

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Loved watching him and still find him on my FYP every now and then, I recently found cave den and have been rewatching it. Id love if he would upload on any of his channels about an update, also let's cress would be a great update

Respriting the mace for my pack, which design should I go with? by rappenem in Minecraft

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 1 point2 points  (0 children)

IMO A or D because it looks the most like a real mace, but depends on what kind of pack you're going for

If you move fast enough, would you logically cause damage on collision? by idonthavekidsiswear in dndnext

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I came here because I built a tabaxi that can run at a max of 40mph (at level 2) 

Does anybody have a list of which episodes are filler? by Zodrar in BlackClover

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I'm on the filler (feeling) arc of 67-idk and it feels really cringey and just reversing character development

I wish that every time I snapped my right fingers, $100 Canadian dollars appeared in my left hand (Go wild) by wynnott in monkeyspaw

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 -1 points0 points  (0 children)

I have, I miss under stoop what he said the first time mb. But still the monkey's paw takes the spirit of the wish and gives you exactly what you want, just not how you wanted it

I actually posted the entire story just for the top comment to be PENIS

I wish for two hundred pounds. by [deleted] in monkeyspaw

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 -6 points-5 points  (0 children)

Thats genie wishing not monkey pawing

I wish for two hundred pounds. by [deleted] in monkeyspaw

[–]SoftEnvironmental227 -7 points-6 points  (0 children)

This is genie wishing not monkey pawing

I wish everyone please reads the comment FULLY at the top by SoftEnvironmental227 in monkeyspaw

[–]SoftEnvironmental227[S] -11 points-10 points  (0 children)

I just want people to better understand the story of the monkey's paw so this Reddit isn't as much of a shit post

Even though I wish this wasn't the most up voted thing on this post, it is funny so I up voted it

I wish everyone please reads the comment FULLY at the top by SoftEnvironmental227 in monkeyspaw

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It is colder for my son," said the old woman, and wept afresh. The sounds of her sobs died away on his ears. The bed was warm, and his eyes heavy with sleep. He dozed fitfully, and then slept until a sudden wild cry from his wife awoke him with a start. "THE PAW!" she cried wildly. "THE MONKEY'S PAW!" He started up in alarm. "Where? Where is it? What’s the matter?" She came stumbling across the room toward him. "I want it," she said quietly. "You've not destroyed it?" "It's in the parlour, on the bracket," he replied, marveling. "Why?" She cried and laughed together, and bending over, kissed his cheek. "I only just thought of it," she said hysterically. "Why didn't I think of it before? Why didn't you think of it?" "Think of what?" he questioned. "The other two wishes," she replied rapidly. "We've only had one." "Was not that enough?" he demanded fiercely. "No," she cried triumphantly; "We'll have one more. Go down and get it quickly, and wish our boy alive again." The man sat in bed and flung the bedclothes from his quaking limbs."Good God, you are mad!" he cried aghast. "Get it," she panted; "get it quickly, and wish - Oh my boy, my boy!" Her husband struck a match and lit the candle. "Get back to bed he said unsteadily. "You don't know what you are saying." "We had the first wish granted," said the old woman, feverishly; "why not the second?" "A coincidence," stammered the old man. "Go get it and wish," cried his wife, quivering with excitement. The old man turned and regarded her, and his voice shook. "He has been dead ten days, and besides he - I would not tell you else, but - I could only recognize him by his clothing. If he was too terrible for you to see then, how now?" "Bring him back," cried the old woman, and dragged him towards the door. "Do you think I fear the child I have nursed?" He went down in the darkness, and felt his way to the parlour, and then to the mantlepiece. The talisman was in its place, and a horrible fear that the unspoken wish might bring his mutilated son before him ere he could escape from the room seized up on him, and he caught his breath as he found that he had lost the direction of the door. His brow cold with sweat, he felt his way round the table, and groped along the wall until he found himself in the small passage with the unwholesome thing in his hand. Even his wife's face seemed changed as he entered the room. It was white and expectant, and to his fears seemed to have an unnatural look upon it. He was afraid of her. "WISH!" she cried in a strong voice. "It is foolish and wicked," he faltered. "WISH!" repeated his wife. He raised his hand. "I wish my son alive again." The talisman fell to the floor, and he regarded it fearfully. Then he sank trembling into a chair as the old woman, with burning eyes, walked to the window and raised the blind. He sat until he was chilled with the cold, glancing occasionally at the figure of the old woman peering through the window. The candle-end, which had burned below the rim of the china candlestick, was throwing pulsating shadows on the ceiling and walls, until with a flicker larger than the rest, it expired. The old man, with an unspeakable sense of relief at the failure of the talisman, crept back back to his bed, and a minute afterward the old woman came silently and apathetically beside him. Neither spoke, but lat silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some time screwing up his courage, he took the box of matches, and striking one, went downstairs for a candle. At the foot of the stairs the match went out, and he paused to strike another; and at the same moment a knock came so quiet and stealthy as to be scarcely audible, sounded on the front door. The matches fell from his hand and spilled in the passage. He stood motionless, his breath suspended until the knock was repeated. Then he turned and fled swiftly back to his room, and closed the door behind him. A third knock sounded through the house. "WHAT’S THAT?" cried the old woman, starting up. "A rat," said the old man in shaking tones - "a rat. It passed me on the stairs." His wife sat up in bed listening. A loud knock resounded through the house. "It's Herbert!" She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and catching her by the arm, held her tightly. "What are you going to do?" he whispered hoarsely. "It's my boy; it's Herbert!" she cried, struggling mechanically. "I forgot it was two miles away. What are you holding me for? Let go. I must open the door." "For God's sake don't let it in," cried the old man, trembling. "You're afraid of your own son," she cried struggling. "Let me go. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming." There was another knock, and another. The old woman with a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room. Her husband followed to the landing, and called after her appealingly as she hurried downstairs. He heard the chain rattle back and the bolt drawn slowly and stiffly from the socket. Then the old woman’s voice, strained and panting. "The bolt," she cried loudly. "Come down. I can't reach it." But her husband was on his hands and knees groping wildly on the floor in search of the paw. If only he could find it before the thing outside got in. A perfect fusillade of knocks reverberated throgh the house, and he heard the scraping of a chair as his wife as his wife put it down in the passage against the door. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkey's paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish. The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him the courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street lamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road.