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i met agent 47 in an elevator today and i asked him what mission he was on and he said he couldnt say its top secret and then winked at me covertly and said he will try to get a good ranking. and i think he will.

tokens are to ttrpgs as meter is to fighting games??

*giant wind gust outside*

Me: “Don’t say it.”

My Brain:

Horses exist in zoos, you're pretty sure. That's where they, more or less, belong. It's not like there's a stable next to the auto shop or something. Are there... wild horses? In.... nature? Presumably, at some point, there must have been. Probably not, anymore.

Oh, the race tracks, though. Duh. They probably have stables. Couldn't lose twenty thousand wen a day if there weren't losing horses to bet on.

Horses don't belong at the gas station, but there's one here anyways. Its rider is wearing a leather jacket studded with old military medals; what looks like a torso-sized cogwheel, slung over her back like a shield; a broadsword, underneath the cog-shield; and a pair of holo-screen shades.

She dismounts. She slides her card through the machine. The pumps start pumping. The horse sticks out its neck, dips its snout, and begins drinking gasoline directly from the nozzle. The rider holds the spout up to the horse's mouth, at a bit of an awkward angle.

She meets your eyes, and shrugs. You know how it is.

You don't know how it is. Later, you will see her on the news, clotheslining a police officer on horseback at seventy miles per hour. You will understand even less, and also, so much more.

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GASOLINE FIST

a martial arts style available in

TEN THOUSAND DAYS FOR THE SWORD

EPILOGUE

This gas station is pretty cheap. Out of the way enough that the lines aren't too long. Your friend got his card hacked once and he swears it's because the machines here stole his info but it hasn't happened to you yet and its really cheap. So it's your favorite station.

Hers too, I guess. You pull up just as her horse finishes drinking. Dead of night, coming off the graveyard shift on a Monday morning. Nobody in their right mind should be out here.

The rider, who according to the news has a bounty of three million wen on her head, pulls the nozzle from her horse's mouth, though the horse noses after it. You kill your headlights. In the gas station floodlamp glare, you watch her tilt her head back and dispense some gas right into her own mouth, like she's drinking from a soda fountain. Her throat bobs. She takes a final mouthful, swishes it around, and swallows, before getting back on the horse and riding away.

You consider buying a headlamp, or something, and leaving it for her. The horse is not really visible at night and that seems unsafe. You consider maybe finding another gas station.

if you want to help bail out protesters but don’t know where to send your money — act blue put together a secure page that will split your donation between 30+ bail funds across the US

when the wind blows the wrong way and pelts organic potting soil into my eyes at full velocity. then you will realize

And in the game world, our Exalted game raised the bar on bizarre pairings (previously set quite high at “Ma-Ha-Suchi’s husband”) with a character marrying their air bear familiar.

The remaining player has your standard human political marriage, so no idea what happens now that the gauntlet has been formally thrown.

@mechanicalriddle​ just in case ted’s DB boyfriend falls through i guess Uschi is always an option

STOP HITTING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lets all make sithsonas, whats your darth name and lightsaber gimmick

fixed a boomer comic

(This is probably not the actual cover, but I got an experimental proof with it.)

*dancing queen by ABBA plays in the distance while I bleed out on the bathroom floor from 17 stab wounds*

i’m fucking REELING from this tag @poetromantics

have you ever looked at some abstruse and abstract rituals, or perhaps quests from a game by esteemed Dr Jenna K Moran, and thought “what if i lived my whole life like this” well have i got a game for you