Did the draw your two comfort characters as that steven universe meme
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Okay now I’m curious - what did your Tav mess up so horribly?? (If it makes you feel better my first Tav attacked Kagha which led to the druids slaughtering all the tieflings… 🙃)
OKAY SO first I did the same, Iat emerald groove tried to steal the Idol (got caught every single time and didn't work) I also tried rescuing Halsin because I knew that finding him would lead to the druids to stop but I got lost in the forest and couldn't find the goblin camp, so I tried to attack Kagha that lead to all the druids and half the Tieflings dead (my tav is a tiefling and I felt like the worst person ever)
Then when I finally found the goblin camp I just wanted to find Halsin and silently kill the three leaders because I didn't want to attack all the goblins because they were actually kinda nice??? They just let me be there without attacking me or anything BUT THEN one thing led to another and I just ended up killing all the goblins and I felt terrible.
Then now I went to the underdark and found some of the Tieflings in the Camp and the only thing I needed to do is to protect Isobel but I couldn't and she got kidnapped and all the Camp became those weird dark zombies and to see the few Tieflings I got to save become zombies made me extremely sad and angry (I'm actually gonna reset this and try to save Isobel because I cant't take It anymore)
That without counting the multiple times I reset something because I messed Up like I accidentally got Halsin and Volo killed or similar things 😭😭😭
Yeah my first run is trully something
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I’ve been playing bg3 nonstop for like a week and EVERY TIME I try to help people and be a good person I mess up HORRIBLY BAD.
My sweet Tav I’m so sorry I know you’re just trying to help.
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Didn’t have the chance to play BG3 yet but I’m somehow obsessed with this guy
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I designed my + my friend’s skzoosonas 🫶🏻❤️💕
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In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
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