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well, maybe, if your job is biosphere engineering, or political organizing, or adjusting air chemistry.  I'm also planning on including beehive as a playable character type.

All I'm saying is, most people play TTRPGs as a way of indulging in a shared universe in which you can deal with any problems you have with a big burning axe.  This is its entire appeal to the 20-45 year old set; It gives you a relief from a world in which no problems have permanent consequences. 

It turns out that being a murder hobo is good for you.

TTRPG, and yeah, basically skill check theater, making something other than combat crunchy in the way that combat usually is.

So this is "Going to Work, the RPG?"

I'm not saying it can't work.  I'm saying good luck.

Nothing says "the next Belesaurius" quite like leaving your biggest supply dump 9 minutes flight time from your enemy, with 95% of his missiles able to make the reach.

 

We're fucking debil.

So it's skill check theater?

Is this a video game or a TTRPG?

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Very weird timing.

Im assuming at least one of you is the ceo of Image.

I'll take the small wins when they come.

I put in a call to a guy.

 

*Wander out back with a coffee*

*Clyde and Inky are dangling off of a C130 by their fall protection lanyards singing "Stay up late" by The Talking Heads*

Rodrigo:  "What the fuck?  Aren't you going to do something about these guys?"

Me:  "Yes.  I am going to compliment them on their taste in music."

So.  How's this resistance thing coming along?

Club Foot Jones in PF1e

Pathetic halfling with a club foot (-5 ft movement, cannot run), cook/torchbearer, pathetically grateful to have a job, always talking about saving up enough money to marry his girl (who he has a picture of in his locket), etc.  Looks and sounds like the woobie.

BUT.

He is in fact just a 2nd level expert, but he is also neutral evil and owns an amulet of nondetection with a permanent magic aura spell cast on it to make it seem non-magical (the locket).  He has maxed out bluff to including taking the skill focus (bluff) feat. 

And he aims to rob the party blind.

However, he is aware that vengeful PCs will chase him to the ends of the Earth, so they have to go.  So what he does is steal from each PC when they're for some reason not paying attention.  Then he puts the loot in another PC's gear.  If caught, he bluffs his way through.  His intent is that the PCs come to blows, then he picks the bodies clean.

If it looks like the PCs won't go after each other, he will wait until they're in town and then steal their shit and use bluff to shift blame to some no-name NPC at whatever inn they are staying at (he will in fact plant some of the lesser valuables on the NPC.)

If that doesn't work, he will then work on blackmailing the PCs through a 3rd party, who will afterwards suffer a tragic accident.

He will always have a plausible story.  Remember that he is a skill monkey with no magic other than his amulet.

If discovered, he will flee.  If captured, he will plead desperate poverty trying to feed his wife and 6 children, hoping the PCs forget about the "saving up to marry my girl" thing.

Bump for the pillaging of notes.

Well, these sailors have been eating spam and canned beets 3 meals a day for a few months.

I am sure morale is high.

I have been following this with interest.  His political ads are on point.

Especially the Clacton tourism ones.

Oh, wait.

"Task Manager Not Responding."

 

My computer at work is just a little old.

I tried to open another tab to check the weather and it locked up solid for 5 minutes, and apparently, I cannot be trusted with task manager.

Group grief counseling sounds like a good idea, actually.  I might look into that.  Less generic TV-therapy bullshit and more actual pain sharing with other hurting people might really help.

It worked for my dad.  I hope it works for you.

As for the pop music, our version of that would probably be our shared interest in certain shows (old doctor who was a big one) and books, but every time I try that it brings me down instead of up and I get into the spiral of crying and apologizing to the empty air.

Yeah, it kind of has to be mindless to work.  Watching Dr Who requires focus.  Listening to Elton John or Abba doesn't even require a lizard brain.

My mom was a big believer in ghosts/spirits/etc, while I never was.  She once promised me that after she passed, she'd do her damnedest to give me some sort of sign or signal that she's around in some form, so I could know that she was right and there is something beyond death instead of nothingness.

I've been watching for it, for anything like that, but so far I've been disappointed.

There's probably RULES in the afterlife. Something something about fucking with free will or outing God's troll.

Or maybe your priorities shift.  By definition, supernatural activity is spooky action at a distance.  Even in biblical days, people could only see a hint of what was going on.  Did Jesus walk on water, or was he standing on the back of a whale?  Both are miraculous, both have the same effect, but you can't see the mechanism.

So it's possible that she's signaling, but you interpret it as background noise.  Or she just knows stuff you don't know and isn't signaling based on that new knowledge.  Again, if it's supernatural, then by definition you can't see the whole picture.

I refuse to accept that there is no afterlife, because it seems very unlikely to me that the universe will stop fucking with me just because I died.  That is why the only reason I would ever kill myself is if I have some unbearable physical failure.  Emotional or mental stuff won't be improved, so why hurry?

Things are bad.

People in Tucson congratulate themselves on not being in America.