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pratchettquotes · 3 months
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Holiday Theme: Happy Hogswatch
"Now...tell me..."
WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HADN'T SAVED HIM?
"Yes! The sun would have risen just the same, yes?"
NO.
"Oh, come on. You can't expect me to believe that. It's an astronomical fact."
THE SUN WOULD NOT HAVE RISEN.
"Really? Then what would have happened, pray?"
A MERE BALL OF FLAMING GAS WOULD HAVE ILLUMINATED THE WORLD.
They walked in silence for a moment.
"Ah," said Susan dully. "Trickery with words. I would have thought you'd have been more literal-minded than that."
I AM NOTHING IF NOT LITERAL-MINDED. TRICKERY WITH WORDS IS WHERE HUMANS LIVE.
Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
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danandphil-lies · 1 month
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"You could swim in those eyes" (apple Phil picture) you cannot, in fact, swim in those eyes (it would be impossible)
thank you anon for bringing this lie to everyone's attention! seasoned veterans will recognize this quote from one daniel howell in reference to philip lester's eyes:
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some may claim that this is not a lie, but rather just dan being ignorant. perhaps, one might say, dan truly thought that he could go swimming in phil's eyes. however, dan is a man of science. surely he understood that it is physically impossible for a person to go swimming ("the sport or activity of propelling oneself through water using the limbs") in another person's eyes (not made of water, very bad if limbs enter). thus, we should, nay, are forced to draw the conclusion that dan was LYING!
why daniel j. howell would make such a blatant fabrication is unfathomable. this just goes to show that even in 2009, dan was a liar who did not care that he was obviously presenting falsehoods. and the fact that phil lester (AmazingPhil) would go along with said lie is repugnant.
we must fight for the truth! please everyone, i compel you to follow in the footsteps of this brave anon and submit more pieces of fiction from dan and phil.
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beardedmrbean · 7 months
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thewitchoftherock · 2 months
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If I had real freedom of action in BG3
SPOILERS: Regarding Astarion's story
SRSLY, SPOILERS
ok.
We defeat Cazador. Convince Astarion NOT to do the ritual Astarion: goes to murder Cazador
Tav(Mai): Wait! STOP!
Astarion: what? no! you won't ROB ME OF THIS.
Mai: (Warlock with such high charisma and so many buffs that i could roll a 2 and still convince him)
Astarion: *Pissed, but stops* Mai: OK, Cazador. you have two options. A quick, painful death by Astarion literally stabbing the shit out of you here and now... OR, you allow Astarion to drink you blood.
Astarion/Cazador: What?! Mai: Look, you don't get stabbed to death, Astarion won't be your slave, and he won't live a spawn for the rest of eternity... sounds good to me, no?
Cazador: .... *Shit fuck piss. OK. well, eternity is a long time. I can get more spawn and try the ritual again, then kill the shit out of Astarion.* Fine. *To Astarion* You, my wandering little spawn, may have the unearned privilege of drinking my blood and becoming a vampire in your own right. Astarion: This is dangerous, you know. If we leave him alive, he'll just keep coming after us. He has resources and powers that even as a full vampire I will not have... yet. Mai: Yeah, I know. Do you trust me?
Astarion: ..... Fine. *goes behind Cazador. starts drinking* Cazador: That is enough, you need only a drop! Astarion: *Starts to move away*
Mai: No, Astarion *Evil grin* Drain him.
Cazador: WHAT! you said-
Mai: I said you'd not be *Stabbed to death* by Astarion. I never said he wouldn't drain you.
Astarion: *Voice muffled by blood and the whole biting Cazador thing* GODS, I love you. *drains Cazador* and then they lived happily ever after, and Astarion gets an enchanted ring that protects him from the sunlight, and eventually turns Mai and makes her a full vampire since the ritual didn't end up making him a total and utter assjackle.
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slack-wise · 4 months
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thatsbelievable · 1 year
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dougielombax · 5 months
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The following program was based on a true story.
These events actually happened.
*THEY DID NOT!!! EVERY WORD OF IT IS A LIE!!!!!!*
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warrenbutgnome · 1 year
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Been making these neat little…business cards (?) for ttrpg characters.
Think I might go through most, if not all, the characters Ive played.
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The Chinese considered the moon to be yin, feminine and full of negative energy, as opposed to the sun that was yang and exemplified masculinity. I liked the moon, with its soft silver beams. It was at once elusive and filled with trickery, so that lost objects that had rolled into the crevices of a room were rarely found, and books read in its light seemed to contain all sorts of fanciful stories that were never there the next morning.
Yangsze Choo, The Ghost Bride
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psycohousecat · 9 days
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Enough of your trickery human .. 😏
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bobauthorman · 4 months
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The Curtain of Thriller
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The Thriller Bark arc is one of story arcs of One Piece, taking place between chapters 442 and 489. It is most remembered for being the story arc where the living skeleton and Straw Hat Pirate “Humming” / “Soul King” Brook debuted. It is named for the floating island turned pirate Thriller Bark
One thing about Thriller Bark is how it revolves around nightmares and illusions, and how they can both empower someone and weaken them. But it also shows how important it is to have layers to these illusions. Take the titular ship, and the people running it.
On the outset, Thriller Bark is obviously a haunted island. It’s creepy to look, full of zombies and ghosts! Ooh, there’s an invisible man! And yet…
The zombies aren’t shambling wrecks hungry for brains. They’re lively, personable, silly. And the ghosts are kinda cute, and, oh, isn’t it a gas how they make the guys flop over depressed? The invisible man is just a juvenile prankster. The mad scientist is verbally abused by his own maid. Once you get over the creep factor, this isn’t so bad, right?
Actually, it’s worse. Those silly zombies? They won’t tire, and won’t give up. You can knock them down but they’ll get back up. The only way to put them down is to either purify their “Soul”/the Shadow animating them or break their bodies completely. And they’re essentially puppets with no free will. Watching Hogback boss Cindry around, can you keep laughing?
And the ghosts, those ghosts, they’re not floating about for the fun of it. It’s actually a surveillance system, and the ease with which they can take the fight out of even the toughest fighter makes for some severe tension.
And Absalome, the Invisible Man, his antics cease to be silly when he uses his powers to molest Robin and Nami, even abducting the latter to force her into marriage.
Thriller Bark is very much like the ship-version of the evil clown, luring people in with its silliness. As Zoro later points out, the real threat comes from how the island twists people up and deceives them, catching them off-guard with their tricks. It says something that the first three of the Straw Hats to be caught and lose their shadows are their strongest fighters.
But as powerful as the deceptions are, that is also their weakness. Illusions are only useful as long that veil is maintained. What makes the zombies so terrifying is their immortality, but the minute Brook figures out how salt can free the entrapped shadows, he becomes a fearsome figure in his own right. And as powerful the Special Zombie is, once Chopper starts using his medical knowledge to figure out Oars’ weakpoints, the battle starts turning in the Straw Hats’ favor.
Similarly, the people running Thriller Bark are also exposed. Absalome is dangerous, and while his fight with Sanji is funny, it also goes a long way of showing just how pathetic the Invisible-Man is; Sanji easily sees through his techniques, countering them, and once Nami stops running away and fights back Absalome is beaten (He had already been weakened by Sanji, but she didn’t know that).
Perona the Ghost Princess, initially seems to be an easy opponent for Usopp (The only one immune to her ghosts), but midway she suddenly gets a huge power-up and starts dominating. Usopp is only able to win once he figures out her abilities and locates her real body. She ends up being beaten by Usopp’s own brand trickery, to further twist the knife.
And of course, our central antagonist, Gecko Moria. With his Shadow-Shadow powers, he gives Luffy a lot of grief, being able to fight from a distance and even escape. Moria, like Foxy, gets a lot of milage out of using his powers to fight smart. However, once he is cornered and forced to fight directly, he goes down in one chapter.
Of course, the curtain gets swept away even further when you consider their personalities. Each of the Mysterious 4 are introduced as powerful figures, but as the arc goes on they’re insecurities and ignoble qualities are exposed; Absalome is not just a pervert, but also a bully hiding behind his Clear-Clear powers and transplanted muscles. Perona is very much a child in mind, easily scared (Something Usopp notes) and she ends her fight crying for her teddy bear. Hogback can’t even control the zombies properly and his refusal to acknowledge the truth of their existence leads to his defeat. And Moria, for all his posturing, is shown to be utterly broken by the deaths of his previous crewmates.
And so, we leave you with Sanji’s summation of Thriller Bark and the workings of the Mysterious 4;
“All the weird creatures and creepiness we encountered since arriving on this island were an illusion created by Moria. Now that he’s been destroyed, there’s nothing left!! It’s like waking up from a bad dream.”
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niqhtlord01 · 2 years
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Humans are weird: Dueling
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“At current rate of supply consumption we will be out of rations by the end of the month, water three days after that, and ammunition a day later.”
The quartermaster’s report continued but after that single sentence General Ivan Dunfeld wasn’t listening. His mind had become consumed with images of his men being herded on to Placonic ships to be hauled away to some far off prison colony and to never be seen again. A fate some would consider worse than death itself.
For a year the 9th regional garrison army had held on to the human colony of Baker’s Hope against wave after wave of Placonic forces. The alien forces thrown against him easily repulsed at first, but in time each assault had chipped more and more of his defenses away and taken the increasing number of lives of his soldiers. When the battle had started he had 15,000 men under his command, and now in these final moments of the war he was down to less than 3,000.
Ivan held up a hand to forestall the rest of the report and turned to his communication officer.
“When was the last report of reinforcements?”
The communication officer pulled out a data pad and skimmed through the files quickly. Finding the file, he looked up and replied “The last report from Terra was reinforcements would arrive in 35 days.”
“Shame we’ll all be too dead by then to greet them.”
The remark came from one of the lower ranked officers milling about the bunker. Ivan could not remember the lad’s name but he knew that the flippant comment had not been intended to be spoken of so loudly as when Ivan turned his head and fixed him with a withering stare the officer blushed and fell silent.
“We only need to hold out until they arrive.” Ivan said. “We need a way to survive, and then we can drive these bastards off our world.”
Ivan looked across the faces of those in his command bunker. He could see beneath their faces of conviction and determination the creeping signs of doubt and dread. The quartermaster’s report had nailed home what many had already knew, what they had known since the first Placonic dropship landed on the surface and disgorged legions of fanged warriors hell bent on death and plunder.
This planet would become their grave.
Ivan refused to accept defeat and thus pondered the dilemma before him. If he could buy his men more time, even just a few more days, then they would have a fighting chance to make it out of this siege alive.
It was at that moment an idea struck him. An idea so bold, outlandish, and common sense of modern warfare that could work.
“Milton,” Ivan called to his second in command, “bring me the data file on our enemy. I think I may have just come up with a plan, and I’m going to need your help to make it work.” -------------------------------------
“Would you repeat your last transmission?”
Xaxvana spoke into the transmitter and waited for the human’s reply.
About an hour ago the Placonic transmitters began picking up messages coming from the human encampment and it was only recently that they had been able to clear up the backwash for a clear signal.
“I, Ivan Dunfeld, commander of the 9th regional army, hereby challenge the leader of the Placonic forces to a duel.”
Whatever Xaxvana had expected the human to say, this had not been it. He stood in silence as the human Ivan continued with his challenge.
“If you win, then I and my forces will surrender to you and offer no further resistance on this world.” The human Ivan spoke. “but if we win, then you must retreat from this planet and never return.”
At this Xaxvana could not help but laugh. The absurdness of the challenge was beyond reason. Placonic forces were on the verge of destroying the last human stronghold on the planet and within twenty days they would be in total control of the planet. There was no reason for him to accept the challenge when his victory had already been prepared.
“Why would I ever accept such a ludicrous contest?” Xaxvana rebuked into the transmitter. “In a few days you will be nothing but dirt beneath my feet or a slave to be hauled away for manual labor.”
There was a long pause before the human commander responded.
“That may be, but before either of those outcomes my men and I will fight you tooth and nail; and if it is our time to go we shall drag as many of you down with us as we can.”
The smile left Xaxvana’s face at this, but the human continued before he could get another word in.
“I am willing to risk my life to save the lives of my soldiers; are you willing to do the same?”
From the corner of Xaxvana’s eye he could see several of his underlings going about their daily tasks, but all eyes were transfixed on the series of events unfolding before them.
He hesitated from giving an answer not from physical differences. As a Placonic he had thicker skin and denser muscle mass giving him an edge in durability and strength over the average human; and with his military training he was proficient in many forms of hand to hand combat to firearms.
What troubled him was that he knew this was some elaborate ploy from the humans but the end goal was hidden from him. It was possible the commander knew his situation was hanging on by a thread and this was his last chance to obtain victory, which meant he believed he had an edge over Xaxvana that would ensure his victory and force the Placonic forces to retreat. Yet if word got out that Xaxvana refused a duel with such terms, he would lose the faith of his men and risk his future political plans after the war ended.
“What is you answer?” Ivan said over the transmitter.
With no time left to think Xaxvana decided to take the gamble.
“Very well human, I accept your proposal for a duel.” Xaxvana replied. “What are the rules?”
“We shall fight one on one seven days from now between in the dead lands between our lines.” Ivan began.
“Why must we wait when I am ready to kill you now?” Xaxvana remarked sharply. There was a pause in the transmission before Ivan gave his answer.
“It is tradition for duelists to take seven days to gather ones strength and fight at their fullest come duel.”
To Xaxvana the reasoning sounded logical, but he also suspected the human was playing for time. Before Xaxvana could press further with his hunch Ivan continued.
“During those seven days there will be a truce between both our sides to ensure neither of us is harmed during the waiting period.”
At this requirement Xaxvana laughed. It was a deep full laugh that resounded through his war room like the echoes across a mountain.
“The wolf is gnawing on your leg and you would ask it to stop?”
Another silence in the transmission, this one longer than the previous and just as Xaxvana was beginning to wonder if the human had lost their nerve they spoke once more.
“Are you so lacking of hono that you would rather strike me down when I am on my knees crippled, rather than face me as I stand on my own two feet?”
The Placonic war room went silent at this save for the sound of Xaxvana’s hand tightening around the transceiver. There was no finer way to raise the ire of a Placonic than to accuse one of cowardice and insult his honor at the same time. This was made manifest as Xaxvana’s grip finally shattered the transceiver in his hand. The broken fragments fell to the floor along with a small dripple of purple blood.
Xaxvana held out his other hand and without a word an aide brought over a fresh transceiver and hooked it into the transmitter.
“You shall have your seven days,” Xaxvana spoke through gritted teeth, and come our time I shall rip that flippant tongue from your mouth, gouge the eyes from your skull, and trample what remains of your broken body.”
His soldiers around him began stomping their feet one by one at this boast. It was their way of showing pride for their leader, but Xaxvana was too tightly gripped by his rage to have noticed the signs of admiration.
“Then the final rules are that the weapons we use must have reach no longer than our arms, and that we must fight alone against each other.”
“Agreed.” Xaxvana replied.
“Come seven days I shall see you in battle then.” Ivan finished.
“And I shall break you before your army like the scruff you are.”
Xaxvana slammed the transceiver down and strode out of the war room, his aides already dispersing the new orders for the cease fire.
He would use these seven days well to divine all the horrible ways he could murder that upstart human. -----------------------------------
As the seventh day finally came the sun retreated behind a wall of grey swirling clouds.
Between the opposing lines a small area had been cleared of debris and leveled off. It was not the finest ring meant to decide the fate of a world, but it would serve its purpose well enough.
Each party had stood opposite one another; their respective commander at the front, followed by a small cadre of officer and guards standing several paces behind them.
Ivan hefted the combat blade in his right hand. Traditionally it was given to officers as a sign of status and rank, and certainly was capable of carving through armor when the energy field was active; but he had never really trained with it since receiving it. For the life of him he could never have imagined a situation that would need him to bring a sword to a traditionally firearm driven war. A mistake he had taken the last seven days to correct.
Across the empty space looming down at him was a tall Placonic hefting what appeared to be a war glaive. Like Ivan they wore little compared to armor and instead wore a simple pair of pants. The chest of the alien was carved up like a well-used cutting board as nearly every inch bore some form of mark of combat.
As the rain began to slowly fall around them Xaxvana hefted his glaive and pointed it towards Ivan.
“Are you ready to die, human?”
Flicking on the power rune of his sword, he felt the vibrations running up his arm as the blade became super-heated.
“It is a poor soldier who isn’t.” Ivan responded with a smirk.
With no further words to be shared, the two lunged at each other.
Xaxvana swung his glaive straight for Ivan’s neck, intent to decapitate him in an instant and put an end to the duel before it had really begun.
Ivan leaned as far to his side as he could and brace himself with his free arm outstretched to the ground just in time and the sharpened blade passed by harmlessly. But before Ivan could recover Xaxvana struck out with the butt of his weapon and knocked out his feet from beneath him.
He landed flat on his ass as Xaxvana twirled his blade and brought it down hard. Ivan rolled out of the way as the alien weapon struck the ground with enough force to leave a tiny crater in the point of impact.
Ivan rolled away before regaining his footing and once more and rushed at his erstwhile foe before they could recover from his last strike. Bringing down his now molten hot blade on the staff he intended to cut the tip off the weapon and leave his foe with nothing but an elaborate stick. As the powered blade impacted the glaive staff it rebounded off leaving nothing more telling than a slight burn mark.
Whatever material the glaive was made from it would not be cut through so easily, forcing Ivan to consider alternatives to his survival.
The duel continued as each commander thrusted, countered, and parried each other back and forth in a lethal dance of the ages. Both determined to end the others life, but becoming ever more frustrated as they were denied their final opening.
Xaxvana’s glaive was forcing Ivan to stay close to maximize the use of his power sword, yet this was exactly what Xaxvana wanted as if the human was within arm’s reach he could reach out with his bare hands and snap the frail bones of Ivan’s body. Ivan was forced to not only then fend off the hammering blows from the glaive, but also stay out of the grasp of Xaxvana.
The surrounding entourages cheered for their respective leaders as the rain became as thick and the ground churned beneath their feet. The swallowing mud slowing down the combatants as it sapped their strength with each sluggish step out of the mud.
Ivan’s body felt like it was on fire from the strain. Each breath was like a thousand needles piercing his lungs and his heart rate was beating so fast it drowned out all other sounds in his head. What was worst of all was that he had a growing dreadful feeling, despite not knowing Placonic physiology, was not suffering the same straining sensations he was and that it would only be a matter of time before he was no longer able to continue. It was most likely that this was his last chance to end this and he was going to give it his all.
Slapping his face twice to clear his head, Ivan rushed once more at Xaxvana. Having spent the last hour observing his opponents moves, he had found the pattern to defeating him.
When Xaxvana swung the glaive at him, once more trying to decapitate, Ivan rolled under the glaive instead of rolling with the blade. Xaxvana’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake and that Ivan was now in his blind spot. He tried to swing the blade back around but Ivan’s burning sword was already being brought down on the Placonic’s arm.
All Ivan needed to do was drive it a little bit further and then- -----------------------------
The sound of weapons fire broke the chaotic calm of the duel and both sides reached for their weapons and drew them on the other party; each shouting at the other, each ordering the other to lay down their arms, and both refusing to listen to anything. Perhaps it was this lack of audible communication that made them focus on what they saw before them instead.
At the center of the dueling area both parties saw the power sword fall from Ivan’s hand. The look on Xaxvana’s face was one of puzzlement at the turn of events until he looked down, his eyes going wide.
Ivan staggered backwards away from Xaxvana; his hands fumbling weakly over a freshly made wound that had pierced his abdomen. A trickle of red blood began spilling out between his fingers and Ivan looked up at Xaxvana. His face was a mixture of disgust and rage as their eyes locked.
“You coward!” Ivan shouted, “You honorless cur!”
Ivan wanted to continue shouting but found himself suddenly finding it increasingly difficult to stand straight and collapsed to the ground.
“Protect your commander!” he heard one of his officers shout and he saw a pair of his guards running over to drag him back to their stronghold as the sounds of weapons fire began ringing out once more before the world faded to black. ---------------------
“Reports are coming in from around the world that Placonic resistance is collapsing.”
Milton placed the data pad next to the hospital bed and pulled up a chair. Sitting down he looked over the comatose body of his commander.
The series of tubes, wires, and needles had been in him for over a month since he was brought back from the dueling fields. His wound had been so severe that the doctors had had no choice but to put Ivan into a medically induced coma to allow his body to heal properly.
Milton had been returning to his commander’s bedside each day to keep him informed of events happening outside the hospital walls. He wasn’t sure if Ivan could hear him or not but the doctors thought it would be a good idea, and he knew first hand that his commander would want to be kept informed about current events.
And boy were there events to inform him of.
After the interrupted duel it seemed that the Placonic commander’s leadership had been called into question. Despite repeatedly claiming to have no knowledge of the event, Ivan had been shot and severely wounded just as he had been in the process of dealing a fatal blow. The sniper was never caught but rumors began circulating that Xaxvana had stationed a sniper to kill Ivan should it look like he was going to lose the duel.
When Xaxvana had heard of these rumors he had taken it as a personal insult and dismissed or imprisoned those who perpetuated it. This only further spread the discontent and paralyzed the army to such an extent that by the human relief force had been able to arrive and launch a series of counter offensives against the Placonic.
With some officers refusing to take orders from a “dishonorable” commander, the Placonic military forces began fracturing and operating independently leaving them easy pickings for the human reinforcements.
Milton peered around the corners to make sure he was alone before leaning in over Ivan.
“I must admit when you gave me that order the day you negotiated the duel I thought you were mad but I must say it did pay off in the end.” ------------------------------------
*Several weeks earlier *
“You want me to what?!” Milton nearly shouted, but was quieted by Ivan.
He looked around to make sure no one was listening before pulling Milton aside into a quiet corner.
“I want you to shoot me with a Placonic rifle at the duel and wound me if it looks like I am winning.”
Something must have shown on Milton’s face that reflected the state of disbelief he was now in as Ivan expanded his plan.
“There is no guarantee that the Placonic will honor the agreement should I win.” Ivan said.
“But the commander agreed to it.” Milton countered, but Ivan merely nodded.
“He agreed to it, but if he dies then there is no certainty that his subordinates would as well; they would be more likely to take up arms and avenge their fallen leader.”
Milton still couldn’t understand. “But why shoot you then if you are winning?”
“Because it will look as if this Xaxvana was afraid of losing so much that he broke the rules and had a sniper placed to save him should he appear to be losing.”
Ivan continued with “After that their army will see him as repulsive and dishonorable, destroying any command and control he has and turning his own subordinates against him.”
He waved a hand over the milling troops of the command bunker. “It will also fill the lads with a sense of hatred that will keep them fighting on to avenge me.”
Ivan grasped Milton’s shoulders and squeezed tightly.
“This is the only way we can survive; I need you to do this for me.” ----------------------------------------
And so Milton had crawled out into no man’s land that same day and waited six more for the duel to take place.
When Ivan slapped his face twice that was the sign for him to take the shot, but Milton had missed the shot which was intended for an arm or a leg and had instead shot his commander near center mass.
Many had imagined Ivan shouting was directed at Xaxvana after taking the wound, but Milton imaged that he had been shouting at him for the messed up shot.
In the end it did all work out better than expected and he would remind Ivan once he awoke that it was indeed the only way they had survived.
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witchfiresbrews · 2 years
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Updated Roguish Archetype: The Masquerader
Available on GMBinder Art by Julia Zhuravleva, Grafit Studio
You are a cunning social manipulator. Your focus is on people, your outward appearance, and the art of misdirection.  Trick your opponent into believing you to be their ally, then stab them in the back both literally and metaphorically with this devilish Rogue archetype!  Changelog:  - Features updated to reference a single Masquerader save DC - Deceptive Fighting reduced from 1 minute to single round, and limited to 30 feet. Upsides: now also prevents reactions, and attacking no longer ends the effect. - Gentle Twist changed from auto-crit to max damage, which is so much better - All other features rewritten to be simpler and less magical. They hav not changed drastically
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skarlette1 · 14 days
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A Bliss from the Past
Cyberesque was delighted to find such a beautiful replica of an ancient Egyptian ceremonial dress in a luxury hotel in the 20th century. The time traveling superheroine remembered several legendary orgies she had attended at Luxor some three thousand years ago. The feel of the beads and hemp on her skin brought back such vivid memories of passion. It wasn’t until she slipped off her clothes and…
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slack-wise · 1 year
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Troika, Hierophany. 2019, 11077 10 mm black and white dice. 46.7 × 31.8 × 1.6".
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justanechoflower · 2 months
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hold up, eat?
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