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Apparently, Final Boss, and Party: thouartathaumaturgeharry G battlecrazed-axe-mage forgamers They should make a co- op game where you and a buddy go through many levels, leveling up and beating bosses But the final boss is each other You were my brother Player 2! crunchthedeerstroyer I one time did a campaign in DND where the entire party woke up in a trash heap, memories wiped, when a man in shining white armor approached them. He helped them up, healed them, and helped them escape what was essentially the dump and find their way into the sunlight. He told them of the tale of a wicked king of immense power who bargained for his abilities from a demon, hoping to save his kingdom, and succumbed to the evil after his wife died. The wife had a pearl necklace, and it was the man's duty to find those pearls, because they held a magic in them that could defeat the king This particular NPC was startlingly overpowered at first, right a long the levels of 6 while everyone else was just starting out, and he helped them along in the most dire situations, healing, defeating, and even resurrecting for them. There would be periods where he would be gone, and the party would have to face a crypt full of mummies together or dive into the deepest parts of the ocean and retrieve these milky white pearls that would give them the ability to help their friend and defeat the wicked king. Slowly, their memories came back to them, and that was a stark comfort for them, but the entire time, there seemed to be a piece missing After they retrieved 5 pearls (they broke the 6th one), they journied with the man to the wicked king's castle, and fought their way through endless ranks of guards, undead, demons, and even a lich, until they made their way to the sacred bed chamber of the king, that they all remembered the story of from before they had awoken in that garbage pile They opened the doors, only to find it empty save the usual furniture, marred by scratches and the ancient scrawl of demons. The man in the white armor sighed and walked into the bedroom. And his armor changed from white to pitch black, and the whole party remembered suddenly. That was the face of the wicked king, the face that smiled at them whenever he healed them, the face that looked stern as they suggested stupids things to find the pearls. Apparently, in lapses of the demon's control, the king had found a way to set him self up for defeat, by bringing his wive's pearls along with brave, powerful warriors. Every absence he felt was where he had to return to the demon's control and become the wicked king again, but he was determined to fight himself, to rid his own evil from the world, to end this curse of immortality and see his loved one again. I made the party fight the final boss, and they saw the eyes of a friend They all cried, and I am no longer allowed to DM for them. fuckyeahsnackables GLORIOUS. battlecrazed-axe- mage Excellent DMing! Source: forgamers 23,729 notes Great DD campaign
Apparently, Final Boss, and Party: thouartathaumaturgeharry
 G battlecrazed-axe-mage
 forgamers
 They should make a co-
 op game where you and
 a buddy go through many
 levels, leveling up and
 beating bosses But the
 final boss is each other
 You were my brother Player 2!
 crunchthedeerstroyer
 I one time did a campaign in DND where
 the entire party woke up in a trash heap,
 memories wiped, when a man in shining white
 armor approached them. He helped them up,
 healed them, and helped them escape what
 was essentially the dump and find their way
 into the sunlight. He told them of the tale
 of a wicked king of immense power who
 bargained for his abilities from a demon,
 hoping to save his kingdom, and succumbed
 to the evil after his wife died. The wife had a
 pearl necklace, and it was the man's duty to
 find those pearls, because they held a magic
 in them that could defeat the king
 This particular NPC was startlingly
 overpowered at first, right a long the levels
 of 6 while everyone else was just starting
 out, and he helped them along in the most
 dire situations, healing, defeating, and even
 resurrecting for them. There would be periods
 where he would be gone, and the party would
 have to face a crypt full of mummies together
 or dive into the deepest parts of the ocean
 and retrieve these milky white pearls that
 would give them the ability to help their friend
 and defeat the wicked king. Slowly, their
 memories came back to them, and that was
 a stark comfort for them, but the entire time,
 there seemed to be a piece missing
 After they retrieved 5 pearls (they broke the
 6th one), they journied with the man to the
 wicked king's castle, and fought their way
 through endless ranks of guards, undead,
 demons, and even a lich, until they made their
 way to the sacred bed chamber of the king,
 that they all remembered the story of from
 before they had awoken in that garbage pile
 They opened the doors, only to find it empty
 save the usual furniture, marred by scratches
 and the ancient scrawl of demons. The
 man in the white armor sighed and walked
 into the bedroom.
 And his armor changed from white to pitch
 black, and the whole party remembered
 suddenly. That was the face of the wicked
 king, the face that smiled at them whenever
 he healed them, the face that looked stern
 as they suggested stupids things to find the
 pearls. Apparently, in lapses of the demon's
 control, the king had found a way to set him
 self up for defeat, by bringing his wive's pearls
 along with brave, powerful warriors. Every
 absence he felt was where he had to return to
 the demon's control and become the wicked
 king again, but he was determined to fight
 himself, to rid his own evil from the world,
 to end this curse of immortality and see his
 loved one again.
 I made the party fight the final boss, and they
 saw the eyes of a friend
 They all cried, and I am no longer allowed
 to DM for them.
 fuckyeahsnackables
 GLORIOUS.
 battlecrazed-axe-
 mage
 Excellent DMing!
 Source: forgamers
 23,729 notes
Great DD campaign

Great DD campaign

Apparently, Final Boss, and Party: thouartathaumaturgeharry G battlecrazed-axe-mage forgamers They should make a co- op game where you and a buddy go through many levels, leveling up and beating bosses But the final boss is each other You were my brother Player 2! crunchthedeerstroyer I one time did a campaign in DND where the entire party woke up in a trash heap, memories wiped, when a man in shining white armor approached them. He helped them up, healed them, and helped them escape what was essentially the dump and find their way into the sunlight. He told them of the tale of a wicked king of immense power who bargained for his abilities from a demon, hoping to save his kingdom, and succumbed to the evil after his wife died. The wife had a pearl necklace, and it was the man's duty to find those pearls, because they held a magic in them that could defeat the king This particular NPC was startlingly overpowered at first, right a long the levels of 6 while everyone else was just starting out, and he helped them along in the most dire situations, healing, defeating, and even resurrecting for them. There would be periods where he would be gone, and the party would have to face a crypt full of mummies together or dive into the deepest parts of the ocean and retrieve these milky white pearls that would give them the ability to help their friend and defeat the wicked king. Slowly, their memories came back to them, and that was a stark comfort for them, but the entire time, there seemed to be a piece missing After they retrieved 5 pearls (they broke the 6th one), they journied with the man to the wicked king's castle, and fought their way through endless ranks of guards, undead, demons, and even a lich, until they made their way to the sacred bed chamber of the king, that they all remembered the story of from before they had awoken in that garbage pile They opened the doors, only to find it empty save the usual furniture, marred by scratches and the ancient scrawl of demons. The man in the white armor sighed and walked into the bedroom. And his armor changed from white to pitch black, and the whole party remembered suddenly. That was the face of the wicked king, the face that smiled at them whenever he healed them, the face that looked stern as they suggested stupids things to find the pearls. Apparently, in lapses of the demon's control, the king had found a way to set him self up for defeat, by bringing his wive's pearls along with brave, powerful warriors. Every absence he felt was where he had to return to the demon's control and become the wicked king again, but he was determined to fight himself, to rid his own evil from the world, to end this curse of immortality and see his loved one again. I made the party fight the final boss, and they saw the eyes of a friend They all cried, and I am no longer allowed to DM for them. fuckyeahsnackables GLORIOUS. battlecrazed-axe- mage Excellent DMing! Source: forgamers 23,729 notes Great DD campaign
Apparently, Final Boss, and Party: thouartathaumaturgeharry
 G battlecrazed-axe-mage
 forgamers
 They should make a co-
 op game where you and
 a buddy go through many
 levels, leveling up and
 beating bosses But the
 final boss is each other
 You were my brother Player 2!
 crunchthedeerstroyer
 I one time did a campaign in DND where
 the entire party woke up in a trash heap,
 memories wiped, when a man in shining white
 armor approached them. He helped them up,
 healed them, and helped them escape what
 was essentially the dump and find their way
 into the sunlight. He told them of the tale
 of a wicked king of immense power who
 bargained for his abilities from a demon,
 hoping to save his kingdom, and succumbed
 to the evil after his wife died. The wife had a
 pearl necklace, and it was the man's duty to
 find those pearls, because they held a magic
 in them that could defeat the king
 This particular NPC was startlingly
 overpowered at first, right a long the levels
 of 6 while everyone else was just starting
 out, and he helped them along in the most
 dire situations, healing, defeating, and even
 resurrecting for them. There would be periods
 where he would be gone, and the party would
 have to face a crypt full of mummies together
 or dive into the deepest parts of the ocean
 and retrieve these milky white pearls that
 would give them the ability to help their friend
 and defeat the wicked king. Slowly, their
 memories came back to them, and that was
 a stark comfort for them, but the entire time,
 there seemed to be a piece missing
 After they retrieved 5 pearls (they broke the
 6th one), they journied with the man to the
 wicked king's castle, and fought their way
 through endless ranks of guards, undead,
 demons, and even a lich, until they made their
 way to the sacred bed chamber of the king,
 that they all remembered the story of from
 before they had awoken in that garbage pile
 They opened the doors, only to find it empty
 save the usual furniture, marred by scratches
 and the ancient scrawl of demons. The
 man in the white armor sighed and walked
 into the bedroom.
 And his armor changed from white to pitch
 black, and the whole party remembered
 suddenly. That was the face of the wicked
 king, the face that smiled at them whenever
 he healed them, the face that looked stern
 as they suggested stupids things to find the
 pearls. Apparently, in lapses of the demon's
 control, the king had found a way to set him
 self up for defeat, by bringing his wive's pearls
 along with brave, powerful warriors. Every
 absence he felt was where he had to return to
 the demon's control and become the wicked
 king again, but he was determined to fight
 himself, to rid his own evil from the world,
 to end this curse of immortality and see his
 loved one again.
 I made the party fight the final boss, and they
 saw the eyes of a friend
 They all cried, and I am no longer allowed
 to DM for them.
 fuckyeahsnackables
 GLORIOUS.
 battlecrazed-axe-
 mage
 Excellent DMing!
 Source: forgamers
 23,729 notes
Great DD campaign

Great DD campaign

Apparently, Final Boss, and Party: thouartathaumaturgeharry battlecrazed-axe-mage forgamers They should make a co- op game where you and a buddy go through many levels, leveling up and beating bosses But the nal boss is each other You were my brother Player 2! crunchthedeerstroyer I one time did a campaign in DND where the entire party woke up in a trash heap, memories wiped, when a man in shining white armor approached them. He helped them up healed them, and helped them escape what was essentially the dump and find their way into the sunlight. He told them of the tale of a wicked king of immense power who bargained for his abilities from a demon, hoping to save his kingdom, and succumbed to the evil after his wife died. The wife had a pearl necklace, and it was the man's duty to find those pearls, because they held a magic in them that could defeat the king This particular NPC was startlingly overpowered at first, right a long the levels of 6 while everyone else was just starting out, and he helped them along in the most dire situations, healing, defeating, and even resurrecting for them. There would be periods where he would be gone, and the party would have to face a crypt full of mummies together or dive into the deepest parts of the ocean and retrieve these milky white pearls that would give them the ability to help their friend and defeat the wicked king. Slowly, their memories came back to them, and that was a stark comfort for them, but the entire time there seemed to be a piece missing After they retrieved 5 pearls (they broke the 6th one), they journied with the man to the wicked king's castle, and fought their way through endless ranks of guards, undead, demons, and even a lich, until they made their way to the sacred bed chamber of the king, that they all remembered the story of from before they had awoken in that garbage pile They opened the doors, only to find it empty save the usual furniture, marred by scratches and the ancient scrawl of demons. The man in the white armor sighed and walked into the bedroom And his armor changed from white to pitch black, and the whole party remembered suddenly. That was the face of the wicked king, the face that smiled at them whenever he healed them, the face that looked stern as they suggested stupids things to find the pearls. Apparently, in lapses of the demon's control, the king had found a way to set him self up for defeat, by bringing his wive's pearls along with brave, powerful warriors. Every absence he felt was where he had to return to the demon's control and become the wicked king again, but he was determined to fight himself, to rid his own evil from the world to end this curse of immortality and see his loved one again I made the party fight the final boss, and they saw the eyes of a friend They all cried, and I am no longer allowed to DM for them. fuckyeahsnackables GLORIOUS. battlecrazed-axe-mage Excellent DMing! Source: forgamers 23,729 notes The Quest For The Pearl Necklace
Apparently, Final Boss, and Party: thouartathaumaturgeharry
 battlecrazed-axe-mage
 forgamers
 They should make a co-
 op game where you and
 a buddy go through many
 levels, leveling up and
 beating bosses But the
 nal boss is each other
 You were my brother Player 2!
 crunchthedeerstroyer
 I one time did a campaign in DND where
 the entire party woke up in a trash heap,
 memories wiped, when a man in shining white
 armor approached them. He helped them up
 healed them, and helped them escape what
 was essentially the dump and find their way
 into the sunlight. He told them of the tale
 of a wicked king of immense power who
 bargained for his abilities from a demon,
 hoping to save his kingdom, and succumbed
 to the evil after his wife died. The wife had a
 pearl necklace, and it was the man's duty to
 find those pearls, because they held a magic
 in them that could defeat the king
 This particular NPC was startlingly
 overpowered at first, right a long the levels
 of 6 while everyone else was just starting
 out, and he helped them along in the most
 dire situations, healing, defeating, and even
 resurrecting for them. There would be periods
 where he would be gone, and the party would
 have to face a crypt full of mummies together
 or dive into the deepest parts of the ocean
 and retrieve these milky white pearls that
 would give them the ability to help their friend
 and defeat the wicked king. Slowly, their
 memories came back to them, and that was
 a stark comfort for them, but the entire time
 there seemed to be a piece missing
 After they retrieved 5 pearls (they broke the
 6th one), they journied with the man to the
 wicked king's castle, and fought their way
 through endless ranks of guards, undead,
 demons, and even a lich, until they made their
 way to the sacred bed chamber of the king,
 that they all remembered the story of from
 before they had awoken in that garbage pile
 They opened the doors, only to find it empty
 save the usual furniture, marred by scratches
 and the ancient scrawl of demons. The
 man in the white armor sighed and walked
 into the bedroom
 And his armor changed from white to pitch
 black, and the whole party remembered
 suddenly. That was the face of the wicked
 king, the face that smiled at them whenever
 he healed them, the face that looked stern
 as they suggested stupids things to find the
 pearls. Apparently, in lapses of the demon's
 control, the king had found a way to set him
 self up for defeat, by bringing his wive's pearls
 along with brave, powerful warriors. Every
 absence he felt was where he had to return to
 the demon's control and become the wicked
 king again, but he was determined to fight
 himself, to rid his own evil from the world
 to end this curse of immortality and see his
 loved one again
 I made the party fight the final boss, and they
 saw the eyes of a friend
 They all cried, and I am no longer allowed
 to DM for them.
 fuckyeahsnackables
 GLORIOUS.
 battlecrazed-axe-mage
 Excellent DMing!
 Source: forgamers
 23,729 notes
The Quest For The Pearl Necklace

The Quest For The Pearl Necklace

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Baseball, Books, and Christmas: What? enterprising-gentleman: the-fandoms-are-cool: fantasticbeastmovie: the-fandoms-are-cool: can we please talk about this # 1998 is a hard year for jackie # even working two jobs money is tight # (especially with rose’s gymnastic lessons # but rose loves them and jackie will sell her own kidneys to ensure she can keep attending) # and christmas is just around the corner # she looks over her books and feels ill: # she simply can’t afford to get rose any proper gift this year # and it breaks her heart # because rose is so excited # she loves christmas # keeps saying how she hopes it’ll snow this year # proper like # and christmas eve jackie is up late # worrying and hating how disappointed rose is gonna be come morning # when she wakes up to see the floor is almost empty beneath the tree # and that’s when there’s a knock at the door # she opens it # (with a baseball bat at the ready - it’s late on the estate after all) # and there’s no one there # just a red child-sized bike # with a note attached # ‘she’s gonna be fantastic’ it reads in messy loopy handwriting # ‘merry christmas’ # and normally she’d be worried about weirdos and stalkers but tonight # tonight it’s christmas eve and jackie tyler knows when not to look a gift horse in the mouth # so she hauls it inside quiet as she can # and the next morning when she’s awoken by the sound of rose crashing her new bike # into the hallway mirror # shrieking in delight the entire time # she takes a moment to say a silent thank you (via) and now I’m crying #oh my god#what if he just got that idea like right then#and said it to her#and then went and did it#and since their timelines aren’t parallel there’s no paradox (x)
Baseball, Books, and Christmas: What?
enterprising-gentleman:
the-fandoms-are-cool:

fantasticbeastmovie:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

can we please talk about this

# 1998 is a hard year for jackie # even working two jobs money is tight # (especially with rose’s gymnastic lessons # but rose loves them and jackie will sell her own kidneys to ensure she can keep attending) # and christmas is just around the corner # she looks over her books and feels ill: # she simply can’t afford to get rose any proper gift this year # and it breaks her heart # because rose is so excited # she loves christmas # keeps saying how she hopes it’ll snow this year # proper like # and christmas eve jackie is up late # worrying and hating how disappointed rose is gonna be come morning # when she wakes up to see the floor is almost empty beneath the tree # and that’s when there’s a knock at the door # she opens it # (with a baseball bat at the ready - it’s late on the estate after all) # and there’s no one there # just a red child-sized bike # with a note attached # ‘she’s gonna be fantastic’ it reads in messy loopy handwriting # ‘merry christmas’ # and normally she’d be worried about weirdos and stalkers but tonight # tonight it’s christmas eve and jackie tyler knows when not to look a gift horse in the mouth # so she hauls it inside quiet as she can # and the next morning when she’s awoken by the sound of rose crashing her new bike # into the hallway mirror # shrieking in delight the entire time # she takes a moment to say a silent thank you (via)

and now I’m crying

#oh my god#what if he just got that idea like right then#and said it to her#and then went and did it#and since their timelines aren’t parallel there’s no paradox (x)

enterprising-gentleman: the-fandoms-are-cool: fantasticbeastmovie: the-fandoms-are-cool: can we please talk about this # 1998 is a hard ...

Omg, True, and Weird: Cop: Can I see your drivers license? Her: Eww no I look like garbage in it. Cop: OMG same ok nevermind. @wolf This is long, so I apologize for that. I’ve never had to tell this story with enough detail to actually explain it all the way, but it is true and it happened when I was about 6 years old. In a quiet room if you press your ear against a pillow you can hear your heartbeat. As a kid, the muffled, rhythmic beats sounded like soft footsteps on a carpeted floor, and so as a kid almost every night – just as I was about to drift off to sleep – I would hear these footsteps and I would be ripped back to consciousness, terrified. For my entire childhood I lived with my mother in a fairly nice neighborhood that was in a transitional phase – people of lower economic means were gradually moving in, and my mother and I were two of these people. We lived in the kind of house you see being transported in two pieces on the interstate, but my mom took good care of it. There were a lot of woods surrounding the neighborhood that I would play in and explore during the day, but at night – as things often do to a kid – they took on a more sinister feeling. This coupled with the fact that, due to the nature of our house, there was a fairly large crawlspace underneath filled my mind with imaginary monsters and inescapable scenarios which would consume my thoughts when I was awoken by the footsteps. I told my mom about the footsteps and she said that I was just imagining things; I persisted enough that she blasted my ears with water from a turkey baster once just to placate me, since I thought that would help. Of course it didn’t. Despite all the creepiness and footsteps the only weird thing that ever happened was that every now and then I would wake up on the bottom bunk despite having gone to sleep on the top, but this wasn’t really weird since I’d sometimes get up to piss or get something to drink and could remember just going back to sleep on the bottom bunk (I’m an only child so it didn’t matter). This would happen once or twice a week, but waking up on the bottom bunk wasn’t too terrifying. But one night I didn’t wake up on the bottom bunk.
Omg, True, and Weird: Cop: Can I see your drivers license?
 Her: Eww no I look like garbage in it.
 Cop: OMG same ok nevermind.
 @wolf
This is long, so I apologize for that. I’ve never had to tell this story with enough detail to actually explain it all the way, but it is true and it happened when I was about 6 years old. In a quiet room if you press your ear against a pillow you can hear your heartbeat. As a kid, the muffled, rhythmic beats sounded like soft footsteps on a carpeted floor, and so as a kid almost every night – just as I was about to drift off to sleep – I would hear these footsteps and I would be ripped back to consciousness, terrified. For my entire childhood I lived with my mother in a fairly nice neighborhood that was in a transitional phase – people of lower economic means were gradually moving in, and my mother and I were two of these people. We lived in the kind of house you see being transported in two pieces on the interstate, but my mom took good care of it. There were a lot of woods surrounding the neighborhood that I would play in and explore during the day, but at night – as things often do to a kid – they took on a more sinister feeling. This coupled with the fact that, due to the nature of our house, there was a fairly large crawlspace underneath filled my mind with imaginary monsters and inescapable scenarios which would consume my thoughts when I was awoken by the footsteps. I told my mom about the footsteps and she said that I was just imagining things; I persisted enough that she blasted my ears with water from a turkey baster once just to placate me, since I thought that would help. Of course it didn’t. Despite all the creepiness and footsteps the only weird thing that ever happened was that every now and then I would wake up on the bottom bunk despite having gone to sleep on the top, but this wasn’t really weird since I’d sometimes get up to piss or get something to drink and could remember just going back to sleep on the bottom bunk (I’m an only child so it didn’t matter). This would happen once or twice a week, but waking up on the bottom bunk wasn’t too terrifying. But one night I didn’t wake up on the bottom bunk.

This is long, so I apologize for that. I’ve never had to tell this story with enough detail to actually explain it all the way, but it is tr...