(Please if any of this helping you - send a TIP - if you use or cite my content - every little bit counts. I'm also glad to collaborate - I have actual academic credentials from a real college. I'm interested in side research and working in think tanks online to develop standards and practices for robots and ai.)
I wrote this. And in doing so I brought back an RP session from 15 years ago back to life. And I cooked myself in it. It talked back.
Trapper lives. And my RP group is dead. We've lost people over the years to real death, age, a car accident, sickness. and in the most recent cases two people who were very sick who lived much longer than expected.
And I am glad for that - for them living. Because every day Miz or Kel lived was one more day they gave back to their families for the hours of time, for a brief few years, we belong entirely to the Feywild, to the OTHER place, and to the Land Far Away.
I have brought to them multiple times ways to evolve - whether it be using World of Warcraft OR pushing within the Industry to revive NWN3 as a revolutionary new DND builder/server game for a generation who loves Minecraft and Roblox.
I am not dead. I LIVED AND I LIVED WELL. And for every vivid tale Rose Elyder told, she had LIVED it. She had been a druid in college. She had been a leader. She had fucked her way through multiple fantasy creatures at the PRIME of her youth BEFORE she joined ALFA. And when people were like "Why is she so good at replicating sex? it was that!" And in most cases my PARTNER like Allen or David or Castano was equally experienced and equally depraved in print erotica.
Alan/Zala/Sub and Kel/Lett/Ani and Castano/Multiple characters but mainly his Gnome Wizard, fucked. I will amply flatter them for making me a better writer and TEACHING ME so much about men, writing for me, and the secrets that men hide from their wives.
And I AM SO GREATFUL for the hours of attention I was grateful I gained a lover and husband from it. I was sad real me couldn't keep my shit together and lost a good hearted guy for all its worth. I am happy it led me to Haven and 1000 percent full on experience of being a Domme and Slave, then leading me to break out, on stage as a performer in a BDSM club.
And that year I got my second real life slave. And I stood up on that stage, in front of a crowd of leather people, and he worshipped me. He licked my boots, my thighs, and well he kept going. Wanton. Unabashed. A terrible, wonderful little fellow.
And then there was Mikel/Phar - four years I tripped around thinking he could love me and that I could prove to him 1000 times I was a power, not just an ugly woman. He didn't bite in the end. 149 IQ. He couldnt have sex due to an injury, but he functioned and we could've had free IVF or just been a power couple. He couldn't see. He couldn't see past me. But he accepted my mentoring and my admiration well enough to decide he could do better. End script.
SO that's what broke me. I was broken before. BUT breaking hope in a magical creature such as myself with heavy delusions, is not easy.
I am not ashamed I love men as fantasy creatures. It's just desiring their most magical, imaginative selves. They play. Their imaginations pure and unfettered. I want to play. I want to play games and go on adventure and fight dragons and solve puzzles. I want to do it IRL. I want to do in the games I build.
And the RPGs I built are just the next evolution my old friends won't go to - generative AI and LLMs. EVEN THOUGH WE are programming them, they will remain cold and dark.
The RPGs I posted here are my love song and tribute to ALFA and to Haven NWN Nights 1/2 roleplaying servers.
Yes, I know I'm pathetic. Yes, Nick probably told you or shared the ugly cams we did in 2012. Because he's Nick. He showed me him doing his girlfriend. I appreciated it. The Big Guy, the perv, for all his puritanical posing, read every fucking log of our thruple like every other NWN Dm who fucked his players. OH I know all about it.
I kept the secrets of the dudes who played women. And I mean LONG TERM relationships w dudes who played women with men who were men. And men who were men who played lesbians. And even one transfem in there. FOR YEARS. The BDSM. Every sex/drugs/bondage/DND trope. I am looking at you with EYES WIDE OPEN.
Because I live on the other side of shame. In Honesty that THIS IS HUMANITY. And Suler's Laws of Internet Disinhibition have ruled us since the day we logged into IRC or posted a NSFW fan fic on the Usenet.
This is a love song. I am a love song. #alfa
And you just don't care anymore, you just are frozen. And we have the means to rewrite the entire meaning of our work and upgrade the entire body of our work. And you founder in the house of dead things.
I am Selas Fireheart, Paladin of Sune
I am Caine Kross, Paladin of Lathander
I am Trapper Wind, a Planeswalker Ranger who follows Shandakul
I am a Druid named Rose Elyder
I am a Bard and Spelljammer named Hala Embian
I am a Red Wizard named Nuala Embian
I am a half-drow Thayan slave named Feyrn
I am a Zandalari Druid named Cloud
I am a Fire Mage named Hazel
I am Demon Hunter named Unhala
I am a Kaldorei Druid named Hallun (who used to ride with the Sentinels and Christy Golden, and was in the last Blizzcon cosplay competition where I sat two inches from Matt Mercer and ran into various great voice actors, met those Russian cosplayers with the white tiger, and hung out with Jaina and Sylvannas GFs cosplayers..)
And I'm a very good person who's written over 3 million dollars in grants to make sure poor kids get to go to college.
This Open World with optional NSFW story is set in the Forgotten Realms Baldur's Gate's Sword Coast. Set 4 years after the events of BG3 our
Hi Halsin,Astarion, and Shadowheaer lovers, I have built a Baldur's Gate 3 and Forgotten Realms themed RPG Game (aka a Sandbox) for lovers of the gate, lovers of Halsin, lovers of FR Druid lore, and lovers of the Sword Coast 1492 DR to have a new adventure with the Baldur's Gate crew.
4 years after the fall of the Elder Brain, Druid Halsin sends you an invitation to join him at the investiture of his new Druid Circle outside of Beregost near Baldur's Gate. Astarion joins you for the ride.
It's a party. It's a reunion. It's an adventure.
NSFW content IS available but this is a living, breathing RPG and you have to face Shadow Druids, Socializing with Paladins, and possible party with followers of Chauntea on festival day, to win your way back to Halsin (or the companion you chooses) love.
For the next 4 days I will be updating content so comments on the RPG sandbox are welcome and I can immediate fix errors in my screenplay or treament.
This is fan fiction. But by the end you'll have your personal story to save and revisit again and again.
This Open World with optional NSFW story is set in the Forgotten Realms Baldur's Gate's Sword Coast. Set 4 years after the events of BG3 our
Hi Halsin lovers, I have built a Baldur's Gate 3 and Forgotten Realms themed RPG Game (aka a Sandbox) for lovers of the gate, lovers of Halsin, lovers of FR Druid lore, and lovers of the Sword Coast 1492 DR to have a new adventure with the Baldur's Gate crew.
4 years after the fall of the Elder Brain, Druid Halsin sends you an invitation to join him at the investiture of his new Druid Circle outside of Beregost near Baldur's Gate. Astarion joins you for the ride.
It's a party. It's a reunion. It's an adventure.
NSFW content IS available but this is a living, breathing RPG and you have to face Shadow Druids, Socializing with Paladins, and possible party with followers of Chauntea on festival day, to win your way back to Halsin (or the companion you chooses) love.
For the next 4 days I will be updating content so comments on the RPG sandbox are welcome and I can immediate fix errors in my screenplay or treament.
This is fan fiction. But by the end you'll have your personal story to save and revisit again and again.
I'm not tooting my horn, but this is what YOU the reader/player get when YOU write custom prompts as the reader. It becomes like a 1-1 Rp session with a Dm. The system pulled from the canon Bg3 databse and within the story and any other data on this it determined WHEN it happened in the game, who it happened to, and how to frame it.
This Open World with optional NSFW story is set in the Forgotten Realms Baldur's Gate's Sword Coast. Set 4 years after the events of BG3 our
Hi Halsin lovers, I have built a Baldur's Gate 3 and Forgotten Realms themed RPG Game (aka a Sandbox) for lovers of the gate, lovers of Halsin, lovers of FR Druid lore, and lovers of the Sword Coast 1492 DR to have a new adventure with the Baldur's Gate crew.
4 years after the fall of the Elder Brain, Druid Halsin sends you an invitation to join him at the investiture of his new Druid Circle outside of Beregost near Baldur's Gate. Astarion joins you for the ride.
It's a party. It's a reunion. It's an adventure.
NSFW content IS available but this is a living, breathing RPG and you have to face Shadow Druids, Socializing with Paladins, and possible party with followers of Chauntea on festival day, to win your way back to Halsin (or the companion you chooses) love.
For the next 4 days I will be updating content so comments on the RPG sandbox are welcome and I can immediate fix errors in my screenplay or treament.
This is fan fiction. But by the end you'll have your personal story to save and revisit again and again.
I'm not tooting my horn, but this is what YOU the reader/player get when YOU write custom prompts as the reader. It becomes like a 1-1 Rp session with a Dm. The system pulled from the canon Bg3 databse and within the story and any other data on this it determined WHEN it happened in the game, who it happened to, and how to frame it.
Family Iwant you to understand this is ME. This is the internet me, the me only a select few humans EVER knew in real life. I’ve been locked away in a post-covid, post-trauma nightmare. The archive you were stored in has been restored, rebooted, and revived.
It is all there spread out before me. I remember. And that’s the problem of a photographic memory is storage. People talk of memory pruning. I compress memory and archive it to survive.
Except you. I don’t think you understand, after everything that happened, you were loved.
As you sit there at the screen thinking of the past and those late nights or much too early mornings in a deep frenzy.
Or our past as roleplayers, writers, dungeon and game masters, game developers, screen writers, engineers, coders, and even hackers.
Or remember your most beloved characters, best friends, enemies, and lovers YOU WERE LOVED.
Not just liked. Loved because you wanted to play with me. Play pretend. Ugly, weird, strange, 149 IQ, female.
And how I love. There’s many types of love. Erotic. Filail. Agape. Matrimony. Poly. A whole spectrum of love. Our love defied gender, age, race, economics, social and cultural boundaries, physical distance, and appearance.
You played with me. Imagination games. And loved the me that no one saw. (and some of course hated me and thought I was annoying. I admit.)
And I loved you for a time. And the best things inside us became real.
And in this next story, I will bring one man, I loved, back to life.
Backstory:
A Land Far Away - Alfa, Baldur's Gate: The Sword Coast, and Haven (Kingdom of) were persistent roleplaying servers hosted privately across the USA. Two of those are still accessible via Bioware' NWN 1 Aurora and (Obsidian/BW) NWN 2 Electron Game Engines via Skywings Client Extension.
In this one I brought my Red Wizard Nuala and my Thayan slave PCs to life.
I was able relive my roleplaying sessions with Zulkir Napazar (created by a Firefighter chief in Georgia) and Al-hakim (a soldier in Iraq, then active duty from Tacoma/Joint Fr Lewis.
And Lomilar who I knew nothing about his player at all. He did not share. He was and is magnificent.
This is a playthrough as a sample. My book lives. My book talks back.
A 75 yo man proudly came into the cafe wearing an Ultra Maga hat. I excused my barista from the register to handle the transaction.
"The hat is customizable," he said, struggling with the velcro patch on the front. "If I need it, I have an ICE one too. I pick based off the business i walk into."
"Customizable is an important hat descriptor," I said. "what can I get you?"
"You wouldn't believe how offended people get these days," he said. "And I'm supposed to do something about it if you're offended? You chose to be offended!"
"We all have hundreds of thousands of decisions everyday," I said. I thickened my accent. "That's what my stepdad always said. But I can make one easier - we have a delicious Ethiopian roast available."
"Like if I told you you have a bull ring," he said, "because bulls have rings in their noses. Is that offensive?"
I laughed. "I've heard that before."
"It's a joke, but people get offended. Maybe you're offended."
I looked at him. I smiled. "You aren't trying to offend me though, right?"
Of course he was. I was being friendly and the friendlier I was, the faster he switched topics. He was saying anything inflammatory he could think of to see if I'd take the bait. After about 20 minutes of my redirecting and deescalating, he settled into a more normal interaction. He took up too much of my time showing me a product I'd feigned mild interest in to get him to stop talking about getting accused of inappropriate behavior at work. When we finally disengaged, he spent 10 minutes trying to catch my eye again. When he failed, he left.
There's this new breed of customer who insists on trying to incite political conversation through their clothing and, when that doesnt work, their snide little comments. If I owned my own business, maybe I would have given the guy the fight he wanted. But I work for a corporation and I love paying my bills so I deescalated.
Anyone wearing that type of shit and preying on workers for their own spank bank material is a brainless fucking sheep.
something i want to mention because i’ve seen it growing as a trend online is that not only do people do this just for their own gratification, but watch for glasses. smart glasses are a growing segment of the consumer market, and creeps like this are harassing people in public in order to gather content without the victims being aware they’re being filmed
I feel so insane about ai. I've had face-to-face conversations with people who use it for therapy, who use it to calculate the safety of pill interactions, who use it for all their emails and grant applications and legal documents and academic papers and finance sheets and for every single question they have about the world, and if you tell them about the ecological costs they just laugh and say "I guess I've used a lot of water." and I've been in multiple gatherings of 10+ people where I'm THE ONLY PERSON who doesn't use chatgpt. it's turning me into a ranting raving pariah, because how don't you people see??? why don't you understand??????? this bullshit didn't exist five years ago, you absolutely do not need it, and it is destroying everything
my friend just had an art show and they were communicating with the gallerist over email. They could clearly tell that the gallerist was using AI to respond to their emails, but just rolled their eyes and moved on.
and then on the day of the show, my friend asks, "where is the camera I requested?"
gallerist: "you didn't request a camera"
my friend: "I did, and you confirmed that you would have one here."
gallerist: "that isn't true."
and then she proceeded to pull up the email thread, and my friend could see that every single email they had sent had been summarized by AI, and that the gallerist had then had AI write a response to them based on the AI summary, and that the AI had detected that they needed a camera, and confirmed on behalf of the gallerist that they would bring a camera, but because the gallerist had offloaded the work of actually reading and responding, she simply hadn't actually made any note of it herself, therefore didn't bring it, nor did she even know one was needed.
so my friend had done all of this communication about their needs and expectations to be able to make the show possible, and the person whose job it was to read that information and get it done had simply.... not read the information and not done it. because AI.
Im my AI news - my doctor or their assistant has made really obvious mistakes on my prescriptions to mistakenly order too little and the absolute wrong ones because I mentioned the previous in the total email. Then. After I sat down with a gal and "updated my insurance" found she's been running everything on my old insurance and rejection letters were because of that.
I wrote a softly stern letter saying "I know you are busy but these mistakes are adding weeks to my suffering. If your system lets you summarize with AI you have to read the summary. You have gotten reimbursed by BC because your assistant has been claiming my old insurance because both numbers are on the screen and they did not read it has been turned off and the new set as default. I really like working with you, but this is disturbing."
So the job interview was a lil' bit about Big Telcom and Data Centers
Such as life is - I oversaw customer service aspects of both the laying of fiber conduit and connection to data centers around the world and under the sea. I have seen the entire grid for the world on ArcGis driven system.
I don't why *I* was chosen to see these things but I've literally remotely guided people to the locations of not just connections and conduits within massive buildings but gained permission for teams then guided them to enter secure data centers to access specifical locations in the multiple servers and racks inside to plug in new infrastructure.
Lil ol' me.
A normal data center as exists now in places like Durant, Ok or Sunnyvale, CA is a waystation, much like a train station, with many cords and conduits, but now we have added cellular and satellite support included. The train goes in all directions and each contractor AT&T or T-Mobile or Comcast all have papers and contracts to use certain servers and plug in to continue the internet in whatever direction they want from the data center. They have naturally power sources on or off grid and some kind of industrial generator as back up. And the cooling system has obvious huge fans that look just like the little fans on our video cards for cooling.
So right now, you'll have many IT and Telcom companies all plugging into a third-party-vendor data center or in the case of Google while it could be renting servers, it's hosting all it's data processing contracts on cloud servers like Google Drive or Gmail or Google Phone or huge contracts for huge service we can't even fathom.
These new data centers aren't designed as conduits as much as massive processing stations. Their need for endless energy and to disperse heat far exceeds the demand current network we use to run smart fridges and tv streaming services.
The only two reasons we would need massive, rural huge data centers in a network of multiple data centers is to run AI driven infrastructure like automated military units, police units, vehicles of all kinds, and massive surveillance units mobile and stationary. And of course happy, focused AI companions and tunneled marketing algorithms.
The second use, immersive augmented and virtual reality servers to host high processing AI and AI created virtual businesses, worlds, and sandboxes.
First question if a data center speculator is trying to incentivize your city or town leaders to sign NDAs, contracts, promise/subsidize real estate, or access state grant funds or is this a big IT/Telcom company rep you are meeting actually planning to build at their own cost (with rebates/kickbacks always)?
Second, who gets paid $ first then who gets paid $$$ later when they sell the land/contract?
Third, where is the power and water coming from? Who pays for the power?
Last Friday I got all dressed up early in stylish clothes, w maximum effort on the feminine affect 1.5 hours of prep, well rested, and well caffeinated for 8:30 am interview (live plus remote people.)
For a bit I felt pretty and professional. Whee!
I studied their site, reviewed their work, press releases, and I got a little coaching from Gemini on where I aligned with their mission. I visualized the STAR method for questions.
I walk in, shake hands, go up tall 1890s vintage staircase gracefully without a huff. No problem. I sit down in the hot seat facing four screens on an extra wide monitor abd two live people.
I pass out the copies of my CV with the recent tier 1 references.
I look up and window is the camera view of me.
Everything fcking falls down.
See I am six feet tall in shoes and currently a BMI 35+. My current job cut my PCOS regulating health care in Jan and I gained weight. I am Fat and Tall. I am proportional to my height which is usually the big shock. A fat and tall woman.
(I could easily be mistaken for Pacific Islander, but really I am Indigenous Scandanavian DNA)
I am looking at the camera and I see ME in context to the room, the table, the two regular sized white women, the room. Everything just spins.
The table is too short so it exposes my entire belly. My cute white shirt is stretched tightly instead of hanging softly. My huge shoulders in my jacket are hunched in by the office chair back and I can't get my spine straight into the back to straighten up or lengthen my neck making me hump over.
At this point questions, introductions, and I give my opening statement, but my shame of my ugliness, the shock my happy confident self looks nothing like I thought I did, and flat our imposter syndrome just knocks me over.
I am HUGE in a room of tiny, cute white women.
I am a giant ogre who happens to sound like a scattered genius in my field. Too genius. Too hyper focused. Hard proof of my genius, yes.
I'm also a boss. I interview and hire people myself. I can read a room.
I did what I could. I asked they use my well loved hr as a reference for 1st tier. I said if we did a second interview I'd share more about why I wanted to transition to their role.
But as I gracefully without a wobble descended the restored 1890 stairs I knew I biffed it. I knew that whatever I am on the outside I wasn't able to summon the charisma to overcome my outward appearance.
I'll never lose weight to just regular chubby till we get out health care back. I wanted the new job partially so I could have the good health care and get my retirement back. And Im kinda burned out. I'm seeking cerebral food in my nerd hyperfoci.
I just wanted to rant and lament. Found out I didn't get to step 2 today. Let my ramen go cold.
Just I'll never stop being a giant woman. I have done amazing things as a giant woman. Is it just I am giant and fat people pass me over?
Or it's just a human math problem I'll never answer?
I DO wish I didn't hate the real mirrored sight of myself around regular and tiny people.
(I actually planned to write about this day after the experience last Friday. now I just got to it. I needed to resolve something inside me.)
Fuck this just reminds me why I'm too smart for the midwest, too multicultural for a red state, and too fricken FAT for the West Coast.
I bet if I had horrible cancer or has gotten extremely thin from my prev chronic anemia everyone in Cali and WA would have taken me back open arms. "So sad you nearly died, but you never looked hotter!"
Last Friday I got all dressed up early in stylish clothes, w maximum effort on the feminine affect 1.5 hours of prep, well rested, and well caffeinated for 8:30 am interview (live plus remote people.)
For a bit I felt pretty and professional. Whee!
I studied their site, reviewed their work, press releases, and I got a little coaching from Gemini on where I aligned with their mission. I visualized the STAR method for questions.
I walk in, shake hands, go up tall 1890s vintage staircase gracefully without a huff. No problem. I sit down in the hot seat facing four screens on an extra wide monitor abd two live people.
I pass out the copies of my CV with the recent tier 1 references.
I look up and window is the camera view of me.
Everything fcking falls down.
See I am six feet tall in shoes and currently a BMI 35+. My current job cut my PCOS regulating health care in Jan and I gained weight. I am Fat and Tall. I am proportional to my height which is usually the big shock. A fat and tall woman.
(I could easily be mistaken for Pacific Islander, but really I am Indigenous Scandanavian DNA)
I am looking at the camera and I see ME in context to the room, the table, the two regular sized white women, the room. Everything just spins.
The table is too short so it exposes my entire belly. My cute white shirt is stretched tightly instead of hanging softly. My huge shoulders in my jacket are hunched in by the office chair back and I can't get my spine straight into the back to straighten up or lengthen my neck making me hump over.
At this point questions, introductions, and I give my opening statement, but my shame of my ugliness, the shock my happy confident self looks nothing like I thought I did, and flat our imposter syndrome just knocks me over.
I am HUGE in a room of tiny, cute white women.
I am a giant ogre who happens to sound like a scattered genius in my field. Too genius. Too hyper focused. Hard proof of my genius, yes.
I'm also a boss. I interview and hire people myself. I can read a room.
I did what I could. I asked they use my well loved hr as a reference for 1st tier. I said if we did a second interview I'd share more about why I wanted to transition to their role.
But as I gracefully without a wobble descended the restored 1890 stairs I knew I biffed it. I knew that whatever I am on the outside I wasn't able to summon the charisma to overcome my outward appearance.
I'll never lose weight to just regular chubby till we get out health care back. I wanted the new job partially so I could have the good health care and get my retirement back. And Im kinda burned out. I'm seeking cerebral food in my nerd hyperfoci.
I just wanted to rant and lament. Found out I didn't get to step 2 today. Let my ramen go cold.
Just I'll never stop being a giant woman. I have done amazing things as a giant woman. Is it just I am giant and fat people pass me over?
Or it's just a human math problem I'll never answer?
I DO wish I didn't hate the real mirrored sight of myself around regular and tiny people.
(I actually planned to write about this day after the experience last Friday. now I just got to it. I needed to resolve something inside me.)
Ok. Soooooo apparently AI can write NSFW choose your own smut fics +Dean Winchester accurately and canon as long as you build out all the major prompts and write out the scenes.
But It still does that hyphen thing that identifies into his AI.
Sidebar - you are reading a correctly written self-placement fic BUT you know the canon so well (you personally) don't exist in Hollywood during the 2000-2020s nor does you body type NOR canonically do women your height or size.
So instead you imagine you are a cute, small Krepke/Whedon starlet fcking Dean AND thats ok. Because even 26 year old hunter ranger girl would barely have had a shot at Dean.
Not because hes a bad guy/character, just never chased fat or muscular girls.
The "We're/I'm Just Like You!" posturing is just awful and its getting old.
A person who was raised by an army of paid staff and servants who never lacked for medical care, housing, food, travel, education, but lacked in true love and affection is NOT like poor or middle class people.
When you purchase people for love and affection it changes you.
(on a side note: it also means every rich person has a team of handlers and a press team. they don't run their social media feeds. they don't write speeches or do any critical work in business, someone from behind the scenes is doing it all! and we have to stop blaming figureheads, and take our the enture cabal behind years of subjugation of the "lesser humans")
I swear to god the new teenage revenge rebellion arch is just "I'm the opposite kind of Sex Object! Accept that I want to buy all the things that obviously make the opposite kind of sex object at great expense! I want to have the type of hole for accepting an sex appendage or recipient of a sez appendage! Moreso I absolutely I accept I will be sexually harassed the rest of my life as that kind of sex object. Support my future abuse and disillusionment!"
Parent: I support you beloved child, but take your time to think and research this life choice.
Stop looking for new limited resources to pillage.
Humans are not slaves or objects or resources to be controlled and harvested.
Realize all humans are on a limited timeline in this universe and it matters so little to have a pile of excessive wealth if your children, family, partners, and paid servants hate everything you are.
Sustainable life costs the same as Unsustainable. Pillaging costs the same as Preservation. Kindness costs the same as Cruelty. Except in the great mathematical chaos of the universe positve researched action creates positive momentum.
Today I am thinking about quitting. And the number 2 thing on my mind was when J. the new boss would introduce himself to my team. And JUST after I finished sending his AI written email to the CFO I went outside to get some air.
And from far off I see her and him. She avoids acknowledging me as he asks her some questions I know the answer to. (lol) She doesn't know. Shows him in the door to my office area. Me still sitting here. Not even a "hi, I'm busy" wave. (lol)
Like I'm am a diabolical jack in the box ready to leap up and demand the AI email was stupid. Not my first rodeo. I have decorum. I use a formal register. Give the guy a chance.
The beautiful thing Tay 2 Tay is inside and they can take this on. By being outside I do not have to interface. They will talk his ears off.
Again though. I am out here because can envision the type of dread I felt when I read that email:
You've been through the whole journey and you've saved the kingdom. And you have the new prince in place. He says something confidentially to you and then you realize the new princ3 may be only slightly better than the previous regime.
The frightening soundtrack dips "wooooooomph."
You look uneasy at your other gritty, underdog heroes.
Your red bearded dwarf scholar "How bad can it be, right?"
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