Prophecy
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Prophecy
Part 1 of my 5 part Ghost comic
Stereotypical wizard: Booksbooksbooksbooks did I mention I love books? REAdINg ALL D A Y L O N G can’t get enough of t h e m BOOKS
My first wizard: sure, books are nice, but have you ever found an artifact deep in a cave no one has been in for centuries and not had the means to find out if it was cursed or not so you attune to it and -wait for it- you GET CURSED?! Best shit out there. 10/10 will definitely do again.
Been like four years since I posed this so to let you know how the campaign is going…
Me, the player: Okay DM, we’re fighting this thing and it feels like a curse, right? It keeps coming back, it’s blighted my forest, and it won’t give up. So I’m gonna fight fire with fire.
DM, tentatively curious: You’re gonna…do what? Exactly?
Me: The fortune teller at the faire said the curses weren’t totally gone right? So I want to tap into the residual power of every curse that has ever affected me to bolster my power to fight this monster and rid it from my home.
DM: W h a t t h e f u c k okay sure??? Let’s work this out mechanically…
—cut to the end of the fight, my character’s curse marks have grown exponentially and she looks borderline corrupted; we have the monster at his knees—
DM: So Otaeryn holds you back from making the killing blow, and you whip around on him angrily—
Me (after critting on the monster for the killing blow): Oh- I don’t think I’d be angry, like he’s my elder, he’s my family and I love him, confused probably but I wouldn’t be angry at him.
DM: No, you whip around furious. He took your kill. That was a perfect strike. It would have been your kill. You deserve it. He took that from you. I want you to roll a wisdom save to resist attacking him for this offense.
Me, realizing what’s happening: O h o k a y
reblog this version instead you little shits
and they were roommates
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i really really hate liberals who do volunteering for orgs that help the homeless and then write thinkpieces about how a lot of homeless people are very educated and hardworking and its not at all their fault that theyre unhoused like. even if ur hypothetical homeless person is addicted to every drug abused their whoever commited many crimes and their situation is every bit their fault. no one deserves to live on the street.
what walking/cycling around the city every night with a bike basket full of sandwiches accompanied only by another volunteer for almost a yeat has taught ME is that in the winter its really cold and after an hour we both wanted to go in anywhere warm, but every single business requires you to be a paying customer to sit inside, subway stations have staff that chase you away if youre sitting there long enough and even heating vents have spikes on them, and that in the summer its incredibly hot even at night and cops chase you away from fountains and the city is full of tourists and partying people that make it impossible to sleep on benches and that in the spring it rains and in the fall it also rains and that your only source of food is going to be a couple of teenagers and uni students volunteering in their spare time to make you a sandwich. and my conclusion from this, is what everyones conclusion should be. this is inhumane and no one deserves to live this way
When I am emperor, I will make everyone who refers to women’s leg hair removal as “basic hygiene” fight to the death in my coliseum.
finally it will be understood that I am doing it not for hygiene but for slut reasons
sluts are welcome in my empire, be they hairy or smooth
Confused, but cautiously willing to welcome these slippery people into my empire so long as I can put down some plastic drop clothes over the couches before they sit down, and provided they do not become evangelical or moralizing about their thigh slime. (Why stop at thighs? Why not emulate the valiant eel and opt for a full mucusoid coat?)
This probably refers to people whose thighs touch and chafe when they’re wearing shorts or skirts
Aww, and here I was planning an imperial holiday called Slime Fest, with mandatory public slimings.
Very well, anti-chafing measures are permissible. I want my subjects to be comfortable (when they are not fighting to the death obviously).
your highness can we still have slime fest?
*imperial majesty thx
Imperial majesty, can we still have the slime fest?
hmmmmmm
no I’m too sad that the eel people don’t exist and I shall declare an Imperial Day of Sulking instead
all are welcome
The imperial Majesty Sulking
for three hours each day we will open the doors of the palace to the public so that my subjects may view their emperor sulking about the eel people from the royal observation chamber
there will be hors d'oeuvre
Imperial Majesty, bring back Slime Fest or the people shall revolt
don’t threaten me with a good time
Imperial Majesty, what will you do to make your empire more accessible to people with disabilities and sensory issues?
Well originally I was thinking of having canals installed throughout the empire, winding between homes and businesses and interesting vistas like a circulatory system so that the Eel People could come and visit me at their convenience. But since that apparently isn’t happening, I suppose I could turn the canals into a kind of “lazy river”, so that my subjects may float through the city unimpeded while perched upon large inflatable tubes. I could have margarita and smoothie stands and sunglasses booths stationed throughout the canals to ease the inherent stress of public transportation.
Another consideration is government-issued mechsuits. The only problem with this is how do you make a mechsuit sexy? I am looking to find a Transformers fetishist to join my imperial council to help solve this problem.
Currently I am pouring funds into the development of a service-tiger training program. Lions were originally considered, but they’re so visually drab, so beige, and cheetahs are not built for tanking. Tigers are the obvious choice, but we also plan to make service bears available. They’re a little less flashy but they do seem to like wearing little hats, and their long claws take to metallic polish like nobody’s business.
For sensory issues I am banning digital advertisements and issuing everyone a sharp knife, so that the “too many noises happening at once” problem may be resolved by legally stabbing the culprits until noise level is reduced to a manageable level. I feel passionate about this law and I think my advisors are being ridiculous when they discourage me from implementing it.
Broke: bringing your partner into your current dnd game, everyone is awkward and has a generally bad experience.
Woke: starting a dnd group with a bunch of friends and slowly falling for one of your friends until three months into the campaign, you’re dating
lmao update we broke up and I'm aromantic dnd campaign still going strong tho
A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one
I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard.
FEMALE HEART ATTACKS
I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack:
"I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.
After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.
I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.
I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.
1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“
Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.
snopes.com says this one’s true.
Save a life–Reblog.
Female heart attacks are much different, and most people don’t know it!
This is so much more helpful than the fucking lists that basically describe everything that happens during a really nasty panic attack and then tell you to go seek help as if you don’t have an anxiety disorder that does this to you on a regular basis and can afford to go to the emergency room.
Auto-reblog.
Many women have silent heart attacks as well, where there are no symptoms at all until BAM! Then it happens.
As a formerly (mostly) healthy person who is now dealing with post-covid heart issues, this was tremendously helpful to read. Reblog, save a life.
Important for all genders so you can recognize other symptoms in yourself and others.
just came up with a really good 4 word cooking horror story but idk if you guys are ready for it
2 cups vanilla extract
I just ACTIVELY coughed at the mere thought
I will love you until the death of love
TOMORROW IS THE 4-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF HIM DOING IT TO US
National Holiday
4 years and 364 days ago… It was done to us
Today’s the day
Today is, once again, the day
Six years ago, it had to be done to us
every attempt at trying to make kirk masculine but in a futuristic way accidentally just made kirk masculine but in the way that queer men are masculine
peeta mellark really was that bitch, pulling that “if it weren’t for the baby” line out of nowhere, oh he knew
if peeta mellark was in the game of thrones universe, he would have won the throne in 2 seasons max
#president snow aiming to kill them without making it a public spectacle #peeta; about to invent a pregnancy: oh haven’t you heard?
Peeta whenever a mic is shoved under his nose
People are more upset walking across dirty floors barefoot than walking in actual dirt barefoot.
It’s about expecting the dirt for me