Behold!!! He is here!!!! I further fucked up my sleep schedule to get photos in natural lighting to show all the pretty details. Im so happy its done, i love him sm!!!! He sucked the soul straight out of my mortal body!!!!!!

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Behold!!! He is here!!!! I further fucked up my sleep schedule to get photos in natural lighting to show all the pretty details. Im so happy its done, i love him sm!!!! He sucked the soul straight out of my mortal body!!!!!!
Omg guys it's happenin
Had a one shot and guess what happened!! I had a bard in the party. They flirted with the high elf npc. AND THEN!! and fucking then!!! I made eye contact with people and I forgot the ENTIRITY of the situation!!!
Being an anxious and easily embarrassed dm is hard
You know how in dnd it's like you flirt with npc and the npc flirts back?? Like DM has to flirt back and possibly make player whatever?? Dude my players make eye contact with me and I forget 100% of whats going on
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Boys I am EEPY
Guys, just go after thing. I have been told my whole life to just apply myself and I thought is was bullshit advice, then I did this year and now I'm a semi professional artist, have taught classes on my favorite hobby, am going on dates, and am keeping up with all of my friends.
It's fucking crazy, I WILL crash. But. U haven't yet so,, lol
I know Jon acknowledges this but it’s funny to me that A Guest for Mr. Spider is just genuinely the LEAST credible statement out of all 81 we’ve heard so far.
Like okay, Mr. Statement Giver, you were a very young child, and you just read a spooky children’s book, and your childhood bully stole it from you. And you’re oh-so convinced that the way your bully walked off was because the book’s monster was calling him and the house he went into belonged to the book’s monster and the monster got him the end.
No one else who can corroborate any events. No evidence whatsoever. A hearsay statement from childhood that sounds like a normal interaction played-up by the imagination of a scared kid frightened by his scary book.
The only evidence in Jon’s favor is the fact that the book was a Leitner. But that’s basically tautological. The only reason Jon was lending extra credibility to Leitner-book statements is BECAUSE of his encounter with A Guest for Mr. Spider.
The absolutel audacity of Mr. Jonathan Archivist Sims to show up with not just AN unverifiable statement, but the MOST unverifiable statement to date. Statement ends.
Jon Archivist voice, mockingly: "Statement ends... Well, while I do not doubt that Mr. Sims was sharing this story in earnest, it is nothing more than a childhood flight of fantasy.
"There are no verifiably supernatural details in this case. All Mr. Sims recounts of scary spider limbs opening the door are far more likely explained by the over-active imagination of a child who has just read a scary, scary book. And a scary book is, itself, not a supernatural matter.
"Mr. Sims cannot recall the name of the childhood bully who, supposedly, vanished in this encounter. And with no name, there is hardly a lead to follow up on. Mr. Sims' grandmother is dead and cannot be questioned. There were no eye-witnesses to the event, nor does Mr. Sims recall the street where the vanishing supposedly happened. The book cannot be recovered, nor even verified.
"To waste archival resources on this would be beneath even Martin, I've decided. There is nothing to follow up on here. End recording."
My ideal date? You release me into the wild to hunt me for sport on your remote island BUT I’m not very good at hiding so you find me within 20 minutes. You hold the gun to my face but there is something so earnest in my eyes and hands that you cannot carry through. You pick me up and carry me back to your mansion. I am so polite and charming that you nurse me back to health. You grow to love and trust me despite the fact you’re holding me hostage after I fell of a charter vessel bound for Brazil. You buy me new clothes and have them shipped to the island. I kiss you good morning every day. You propose marriage. I accept. We skype in a priest and get married with the butler as our witness. That night I kill you and the butler. I redistribute your wealth. I live in the mansion on the abandoned island for the rest of my days. I study snail ecology. I never remarry. You were the love of my life but you were too dangerous and evil to live. I am buried next to you. The tides eventually wash our bodies away. Into the depths of the ocean, together.
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New Wonka be like: Alvin and the chipmunks recast, Elias Bitchard, Hitler, and the color Zesty Blue
I hate being a high achiever who can't actually achieve anything
The amount of unreasonable Hatred I have towards Sean Evans is. Too much. I hate this man.
I hold grudges, but don't worry, I won't remember
My toes are purple
Nothing is more ironic than misfortune amd nothing is more iconic than prediction