D&D game over.
Casualty total: + Two iron golems + Four giant ants + Two party members (temporarily) + pieces of my sanity
More next week, I guess.
Barbarian dropped his weapon against two Formians. Proceeded to pick up one of the dead ones and beat the two remaining ants to death with it.
I wasn’t expecting that.
I have learned today that apparently the proper revenge for manslaughter is being castrated.
- Me: Everything in the room is dead.
- Grant: I'm going to rage and frenzy.
- Me: The only thing left in the room is your party.
- Grant: I know.
I understand the appeal to that goddamn “What does the fox say” song to people, say, below the age of ten.
There will be suffering in D&D tonight. I have been tormented, and I have the keys to the universe.
This is one of those moments where I am considering playing DDR for the sole purpose of trolling someone else.
I haven’t played DDR in…oh, something like five years.
Is this a comment, or a request?
All right, I think I’m going to clear out of here before I start trying to work out how to punch people via the internet again.
Just so everyone is clear: when I take over the planet as a result of my space-based laser weaponry, bias in reporting will be made strictly illegal at all levels of information transfer. If you’re going to say something, you’re going to say it honestly. A reminder from your future God-King.
Of course, all this perusing on temperature is because the sun is down, it’s several degrees colder than it was when I got here, and my beard started freezing on the way here. And I don’t have a scarf.
So no, I’d rather not have to walk home. Things are as they are, however.