Xiao Xingchen: When you ask me to call you A-Yang, what character am I using for “yang”?
Xue Yang: I think any of those are reasonable enough.
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Xiao Xingchen: When you ask me to call you A-Yang, what character am I using for “yang”?
Xue Yang: I think any of those are reasonable enough.
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"What's up chat?"
-Me, greeting a French cat
Haurchefant Day!
Why is 11/11 Haurchefant day? I'm SO glad you asked, beautiful sprout WoL!! It's because Haurchefant's catchphrase in Japanese is イイ, or 'ii', for 'good' ('splendid' in English), which looks like 11! Therefore 11/11 is Haurchefant day!
It's also pocky day so why not both!!
Bonus factoid, in Lord of Verminion, Wind-up Haurchefant's attack is simply called E. (The letter E sounds like イイ)
If your friendship is not full of terrible multilingual puns then what's the point
You: Hand job
Me, an intellectual: עבודת יד
Favorite D&D Memories
At the very beginning of our crazy adventure, the party was being constructed. Our characters were all orphans who lived in an island monastery with lots of monks and other kids. This was AD&D 1.5e with lots of house-ruling and Rule of Cool overriding. We were only allowed basic races - most of the party went with Human, though myself and two others wanted to be Elves. The DM allowed it, and we decided we were triplets despite all three of us being different types of Elf and refused to ever explain our heritage.
I was the eldest brother - a Dark Elf Cleric - named Maes. Our Ranger middle sister - a Wood Elf - named Iye. And our Druid younger brother - a Sun Elf - named Mehnos.
My group of tabletop friends still roll their eyes to this day.
During character creation, I mentioned to the DM that I wanted to play a Drow - a Dark Elf - because I thought they were neat. He gave me a sidelong look and said “Okay, roll a 1d100. If you get a 100, you can be a Drow.”
He wasn’t even mad when I rolled a 100. Too busy laughing. “Okay, that does it then. You’re the only Drow on the island though, and you’ve never seen another of your kind.”
Neato burrito. Later on during character creation, we come across the notion that there’s a slim chance characters can have Psionic abilities on top of their class. We all think that’s awesome and ask how we can get it.
“Everyone can roll 1d100. If you get 100, you have psionic potential.” the DM says. It was only natural that a whole table of players rolling would come up short, as he expected.
He seemed a little annoyed by my shit-eating grin when I rolled 100 again. So not only was I the only Dark Elf around, I was the only psychic Dark Elf around.
Little did I realize then just how much rolling 1d100s would come to bite me in the ass later.
Out of the holy trinity that is Hebrew, Aramaic and Arabic, Hebrew is the only one who keeps memeing on.