Agreed. She’s great.
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Rather too eccentric to reliably function in steady company, though.
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No, don’t say that. She’s great company and not at all unfitting into society!
Hai. Reminder that Dangerbeard looks damn cool in her current transmog.
Well, true, she indeed looks cool
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Dark irons look pretty cool by default so dressing them up is a lot of fun.
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Greetings.
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Not feeling my best lately, I haven’t had the brain for character posts nor dream stories. There’s been nothing of note to share that isn’t incomprehensible.
I mean, the last dream I remember from a few days ago had full focus on some huge, leathery, bloated slug-thing crawling down a sloping corridor with my mind insisting that I was looking at a person…
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I apologise for my ex haunting your dreams.
I’ve told them to stop doing that, but do they listen? Nooooooo…
Sorry you haven’t been feeling well, It looks like these forums haven’t had much life in a while. I came back here hoping to rejoin the fun games that used to be here, and it looks like I need to scrub away some of the dust! </3
We just have to make more of those threads and post in them. Writing prompts are great.
Tonight’s dream, for it is no story at all, was a song, but in some horrible half formed pig-german like pig-latin; words that sound like they could be something but aren’t, somehow strung into coherent lyrics and I will be annoyed all day for not writing it down while it was fresh and clear in my head.
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My dreams are generally of post apocalyptic dystopias… Lot’s of cryptic happenings and uncertainties.
It’s better than what they used to be though, used to have dreams that were constantly me eager to do something, but things always getting in the way, would just wake up annoyed. XD
At least having weird dreams is good void elf roleplay fuel.
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In response to this post, Marinya, which is sadly locked now.
I’d say that roleplay isn’t fun unless a character has flaws. Too many people see ROleplay as something they have to win, but no, you win the rest of the game, Roleplay is where you play a role.
I used to get annoyed with RP, because other peoples characters came off better than mine, or stronger, and I wanted to view mine as the best.
But nowadays I love giving my characters interesting flaws to manuever around.
My Druid, with hayfever, who sneezes in and out of forms. My goblin who gets travel sick and loses health due to vomiting. Krazra, my orc miner, who is extremely shy and has a -5 to all social rolls.
My old flaws used to be things like, Tamiay is extremely powerful, but a pacifist. It’s sort of a flaw… but not really… It’s a bit of a lame excuse to just pass off being really powerful. I find the same with tabletop RPGs. When I used to go to a club up here, everyone focussed on winning the game, and there was no Roleplay… Without Roleplay, tabletop RPG’s are abysmal. As games alone, they are not fun, at all! You’d be far better off playing Might and Magic or Legend of Grimrock, then you can still focus on the gameplay and have fun. (Though I focus on RP in those too!)
I have mighty warriors with Arachnophobia, who are brave everywhere unless there are spiders involved, then they are unwilling to move forward! (Like me in real life. XD)
The goblin rogue I mentioned earlier is quite flatulant, he might manage to sneak up on someone just fine, but fail the “hold in a fart roll” I force on him, and get caught by whatever he’s sneaking around!
Yeah, he’ll never be an amazing rogue, He’ll often fail to steal things perfectly because of this… But being an amazing thief is great in actual gameplay scenarios, but for roleplay, trying to work your way out of farting yourself into trouble is a hell of a lot more fun than being an amazing thief!
In my dream, my mother aws insisting that I buy a shopping trolley, so we could go to tesco and get groceries without having to order them online, and me and my Uncle kept saying that they had trolleys at tesco, but she wouldn’t believe us.
Dreams are WEIRD!
Oh, and my stepdad was buying hotsauce because apparently coffee plants need hotsauce to grow.
I’d love to pitch that one to a dream interpreter.
Either way, they’d be going to tesco rather than shopping safely online. It’s just a matter of hows and whys.
Put hot sauce in your coffee. It’s good.
That’s one fine line sharp enough to skin a rhino betwen total quackery and pop psychology but what little I do know will not help with disentangling the shopping cart conundrum.
Tonight’s dream was unclear but left yet another melody in my head, clear as day. Too bad that I cannot know which notes are which by ear and would need to go through a whole process to have it written down.
I do all my groceries online, and very rarely leave the house. 
No thanks, can’t handle spicy food! Also I drink tea.
I believe Freud undermined 90% of his work by saying something like “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar”. And then probably blamed his mother.
I often get a song stuck in my head, I’ve yet to work out what it is, it’s definitely a Manowar, battle beast, Beast in Black or other power metal song… except it’s not power metal, it’s one of their softer songs… I can play it on Piano, but I’ve still not worked it out, it’s driving me mental!
Wasn’t most of power metal relatively soft compared to most other metal?
Naturally I mean in comparison to their other songs.
Dream Diary 82: Thick as thieves.
Dramatis personae:
Dave, The Leader, a middle aged man with short, greying hair who is competent with plans and knowing marks, also serving as the crew muscle on account of being trained, well armed and certified violently unstable. Oh dear.
Stavros, The Face, being a fairly charming fellow of greek descent who is readily capable of winning a mark’s trust. He is, however, a vain liability in other things and rather stupid. The classic himbo.
Nat, The Sneak. Somewhat stereotypically, the crew’s slight framed lone woman is the one relied upon to reach the hard to get places. She is unfortunatly covered in tattoos and easily recognised when actually spotted and lacks social graces.
Mike, The Breaker, who’s a savant at picking locks, getting into safes and other mechanical trickery. He is also on drugs all the time, though mostly placid, recognised by his greasy curls and bomber jacket.
The dream follows our designated heroes as they break into a museum. Following Dave’s plan, they get past the night guards by stealth and guile, Mike dismantling the heavy safe and they secure the loot; some odd ancient jewelry. Naturally, they trip several alarms on the way out and Dave has one of his unspecified “war flashbacks”, flipping out and turning violent. Think Walter from the big lebowski and you have the rough shape of the situation. Once in the parking lot to escape, they realise that the jewelry is just a prop for the exhibit, clearly having a Made in China stamp on the back.
Once back at their shabby lair, our heroes plot their next grand heist; a prized fish somehow worth over a million to the right buyer due to medicinal properties but currently owned by an old man in a trailer park. They make their way to the spot and Nat sneaks in, returning with the fish in her hands, Stavros ready with a water filled bucket for transport.
Nat trips, the slippery fish goes flying and is quickly swallowed whole by Mike’s big dog that stood guard. Nothing to it. Time to run. Dave is furious and about to fight his way out with an actual homemade javelin when the dog barfs. As it turns out, the fish was toxic and the dog emptying its stomach reveals that it also ate a plastic bag from the museum which just happens to contain something unspecified and valuable. All isn’t lost!
Catch our friends on the next episode…
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I’ve dreamed of a land covered in snow and ice. Of a cottage run by a cat and a mice. Lots of purple, yellow and teal. Now I’m confused and yet I wish it were real…
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