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#decked out 2 day
mxchief-kitty · 5 months
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Jimmy's actually made it to level 4!! Oh my gosh, the absolute mad lad!
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thisislifenao · 5 months
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the disappearance of cubfan135
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riacte · 6 months
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No but seriously imagine it:
You’re watching Decked Out on Hermitcraft. Everyone is having a great time. The hermits seem a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys,” Tango says. All of a sudden Jimmy comes out with a cowboy hat and he and Tango hug. Skizz, Joel, and Lizzie follow with enthusiastic applause. When “THE DUNGEON IS READY FOR ITS NEXT VICTIM” stops playing, the MCC Sands of Time soundtrack plays distantly and HBomb walks out. Lights flash everywhere, and you see the Empires / Life series / HBomb / hermits hanging out in the Decked Out lobby and comparing decks. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Ren and Martyn walk into the lobby and kiss, holding the Dogwarts flag.
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isjasz · 8 months
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❄️The Dungeon is ready for its next victim❄️
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shade-e-e-es · 5 months
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“hermitcraft application” and it’s just all of skizz’s builds from yesterday and from guess that build with a crumpled crying begging🥺🥺 skizz face
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kojitheopossum · 6 months
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tango is sick and tired !!
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daily-ethoslab · 5 months
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[573] Survivor of the man-made horrors™
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sillyfairygarden · 7 months
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he’s a totally average guy with a totally normal dungeon
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puddleorganism · 7 months
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I believe in ravager retirement (<- in denial)
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Also bonus new ravager design inspired by ice age megafauna and totally not also Decked Out 2
Image ID: a digital drawing of SolidarityGaming/Jimmy petting a ravager. He’s a blond-haired man with similarly colored golden bird wings and tail feathers. The ravager is a huge ungulate-like creature, its shoulders just barely shorter than Jimmy is tall. It’s grey and thickly furred, with markings reminiscent of a wolf. It has tall bull-like horns. It has little white hairs around its face, shoulders and back, as well as big grey scars; both indicating age. Jimmy’s standing at the ravager’s chest, standing on his tip-toes so he can scratch the underside of the ravager’s chin. The ravager has its eyes closed happily and is messing up Jimmy’s hair with its short tapir-like trunk. /End ID
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mxchief-kitty · 5 months
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Skizz with Dungeon Lackey run! Let's gooo!!
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slashmagpie · 7 months
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Look, he’s no idiot. He’s no cheater, either. He knows that it’s extraordinarily unwise to be sneaking around the dungeon of Decked Out when you’re not playing the game itself. But the thing is—the thing is, is that Bdubs dreams. And when Bdubs dreams, he can’t always control where he goes, and sometimes—sometimes that’s right into the heart of the dungeon.
Here’s the other thing: Bdubs sleeps a lot. More than most. Sunset to sunrise, he’s curled up under the covers of his bed, fast asleep and dreaming. Others—other people, they stay up all night, attract all the phantoms. Not Bdubs! He’s the only sane, rational person on this server. He sleeps. But the others—they stay up all night.
Recently, they’ve been staying up all night playing Decked Out. 
Bdubs doesn’t know if Tango sleeps anymore. He certainly hopes Tango sleeps, but the man is too engrossed in his redstone for his own good sometimes. Maybe now that the game is done, is launched, is actively being played, he’ll take a nap or two. But right now, Bdubs is dreaming, and Tango is in the dungeon, and Bdubs, against his will, is here too.
Tango is not-quite-solid, ephemeral, and Bdubs gets the sense that if he were awake and standing where he is, he wouldn’t be able to see Tango at all. Tango doesn’t seem to see him, either, back turned as he approaches a ravager on the bank of the River of Souls. 
Ghostlike, Tango presses his forehead against the (unknowing, unseeing) ravager’s, a smile on his face. The ravager slips through Tango’s form, leaving Tango pressed against its side, but he seems unfazed, patting affectionately at its flank with a hand. “Good job, Pumpkin,” he says, and Bdubs can hear the pride in his voice, the hint of a laugh. “Good job. You listened. I appreciate the effort.”
In his dreams, Bdubs can’t feel the chill of the dungeon; he’s toasty and warm under the blankets of the waiting room bed. (Okay, look, he may also be spending the night at Decked Out, but at least he’s sleeping—if he pays attention, he can hear the faint, unintelligible babble of voices in the waiting room, see the soft golden light through his eyelids. He flinches away from it, back into the dungeon, back into his sleep. The others may be content to spend the entire night waiting and dying to ravagers, but Bdubs needs his beauty sleep.) And—hey, what was he thinking about again?
Oh, right.
Bdubs can’t feel the chill of the dungeon, but a chill runs down his spine nonetheless as Tango looks at the ravager with cub’s blood on its teeth with affection and pride. And—okay, the whole point of the game is getting killed (or, preferably, not killed) by ravagers, they’d all signed up for this, they knew what they were in for—but did Tango have to look so… happy about it? So fond of the murderous beasts he’d wrangled for their entertainment? Did he have to look so—
Hm. Now that Bdubs is looking—
Tango’s ghostlike form doesn’t have a shadow, but it trails off towards the end, less him and more ghost, an echo of some sort, and the ghost tendrils stretch into the snow and the water and the stone of the walls. It’s almost like a spider’s web, Tango’s consciousness at the centre of it, flickering and ephemeral. Tango lets out a contented sigh, and Bdubs swears he hears the dungeon sigh too, and out of the water where Cub died the blood starts to drain, though Bdubs can’t tell where it’s draining to. It’s just—there, and then smaller, and then gone, and Tango swipes his tongue across his pointed canines, and Bdubs feels cold. Colder. The tendrils stretch long, and the more Bdubs looks, the more he sees, and he can’t quite tell anymore where the dungeon ends, and Tango begins, and hang on, is Tango a spider on his web or are those tightening more like puppet strings as Tango turns—
His eyes land on Bdubs, and he frowns, the smile slipping from his face. The dungeon feels darker than it did a second ago. Bdubs flinches back, because Tango shouldn’t be able to see him, even if he’s also not in his body right now—
“You shouldn’t be here,” Tango says. “Cheater.”
Bdubs opens his mouth to defend himself, but he doesn’t even get the chance before he’s gasping awake in bed, covered in a cold sweat, shooting straight upwards. The movement draws Scar’s attention, and he looks over, one eyebrow raised.
“You’re up late, Bdubs,” he comments, teasing.
It takes Bdubs a moment to find his words. “Hard to sleep with all this racket!” he grumbles, scowling as he pulls the covers back.
“Oh.” Scar blinks. “Do you want us to be quiet?”
“Yeah, we can quiet down for you man, if you need us to,” Jevin offers.
Bdubs shakes his head. “No, no, I’m up now.” In truth, he doesn’t think he could sleep again after that even if he wanted to.
And now that he’s thinking about that, he’s thinking about—
“Hello there,” Tango greets, dipping past Scar and into the room. He glances at Bdubs, and then just past him, not a hint of what just transpired on his face. He’s back in his body, solid and whole again, and he looks—fine. Frosty and blue, like he’s been all season, basically, at this point, but—fine. Tired, maybe, but they’re all tired. It’s the lack of sleep.
(Does Tango even need to sleep, anymore? Dungeons don’t need to sleep, after all. Ravagers don’t sleep. Do spiders sleep? Do—?)
Tango turns away from greeting Jevin to look at Bdubs, a grin on his face. “Bubbles, how you doing?”
Bdubs jumps, startled from his thoughts, and doesn’t get an answer in before Tango is distracted by Jevin once again. The two of them talk game mechanics, and Bdubs stares at Tango, trying to find any hint on his face, in his body language, of what exactly he is, but—
He’s too awake, darn it. If he’d still been sleeping, maybe he could have seen something, but it’s late, and he’s awake, and Tango looks as ordinary as ever. 
“I saw you petting a ravager down there,” he says at last, and Scar gives Bdubs a weird look, but Tango doesn’t seem surprised. He just laughs, shaking his head.
“No, no, no, no. I was reprimanding them.”
“Yes, you were!”
“—for their vicious attacks—”
“You’re rooting against us!”
“—on my… friends, here.” 
There’s a weird pause, a solid second or two where Tango seems to struggle to get the word friends out of his mouth, and when he does the tone is flat, insincere. Scar is still frowning at Bdubs. He doesn’t notice the way Tango’s expression flickers. Bdubs notices. Bdubs can’t tear his eyes away.
Hey, is it cold in here?
“I’m starting to learn something dark about you, with all the laughing and smiling you’ve been doing while we’re strugglin’!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tango says, then smiles, turning away to Scar, changing the topic of the conversation. They move on, teasing Grian for being AFK, and Bdubs—
God, Bdubs needs more sleep. 
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riacte · 5 months
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No but seriously imagine it:
You’re watching Decked Out open day. Everyone is having a great time. False seems a little excited. “We have a surprise for Martyn,” False says. All of a sudden she takes out stone and starts trapping Martyn. She ropes Ren into the prank and he starts burning. Flames burn everywhere and Ren and Martyn start a dramatic flame god roleplay. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Ren says Martyn has nice lips and a kissable neck and Impulse says Ren and Martyn are perfect for each other and Ren tells Impulse "I will squeeze every single drop of liquid out of this man" and
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ethowo-indeed · 8 months
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i can’t believe that both times etho ran decked out 2 he was either met with bad luck or an actual bug that made the game way harder and he still managed to clear both runs. like it’s genuinely as if the game adjusts to an harder etho-mode whenever he is playing to scale the game to his skill level. i truly wonder what his reaction will be once he finally gets to have a ‘normal’ run lol. either way, happy to see that etho is still the decked out king.
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cydanite · 3 months
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EDIT: Now that the game I'm running has started in earnest, this post is officially off-limits to anyone in that game! You know who you are!!!
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EDIT: Updated a few of the tokens that were bugging me c:
Been in a bit of an art slump recently. I found out about the Decked Out D&D module, Terrors Beneath Deepfrost Citadel, written by @capriciouswriter207 and have swiftly fallen in love. So as a challenge to myself I made some token markers! I left some that can potentially spoil the narrative of the module under the cut.
If you see this and are/want to run this game, please do because this module looks so so fun! I'm starting to ask around to run it myself! You're welcome to use these token markers if you do! :D
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thisislifenao · 5 months
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🔥🔥🔥 Lobby Demon RP 🔥🔥🔥
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daily-ethoslab · 8 months
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[481] Etho was so good in decked out 🥷
I love the moment the door slammed in his face
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