Hey man when you got struck by lightning we all saw your skeleton and it.was really effeminate and demure.

The battles I pick

Anatomy and Scorpion comic of them being sillay

Puncha kicka attacka @nenchuu ‘s fun ocs ^_^

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i go to the job interview. there is a square table set out with a dish of assorted unwrapped candies, and an HR manager sitting on one chair facing the door. if i were a cis woman i would sit across from him, whereas if i was a cis man i would sit next to him. in either case i would take one piece of candy and slip it into my pocket for later. the HR manager rises to shake my hand. there are a million strategies to make a good impression on an interviewer with the correct handshake, but this isn't my first rodeo.

ignoring his hand, i plunge my hand into the bowl of candy and deftly grab a handful, then begin feeding the HR manager. initially he's agitated by my approach but i calm him down with my gentle demeanor. pretty soon he's eating candy straight out of my hand. good sign. when he sits down i brush off his lap with a handkerchief (shows respect for his clothes by not using a bare hand, shows concern for cleanliness and thorough nature to clean off his lap).

i sit directly on his lap, and he winces in pain from my weight. "easy there, big fella. i'm not gonna hurt you." i pat him on the head and reach into my pocket. i pull out a stick of wintergreen gum. the scent and flavor of the wintergreen calm his wild spirit and give me free rein to reach into the pocket of his trousers. "you won't be needing this anymore," i say, placing his wallet just beyond his arm's reach on the table. "that life is behind you."

carefully, i take his shoes. this is the hard part - even taking loafers off of an HR manager can startle them, make them bolt. but he trusts me. i put his shoes on my feet. they fit perfectly. i'm now ready to take his jacket and work badge and release him into the wild. he'll be disoriented at first, but within a few months, he'll rehabituate to the natural environment, maybe even find a mate and start a family. i'll be a valued employee at my new job by then.

don't worry about his clothes and wallet. he'll find new ones, they always do. nature provides for all creatures.

Making a shitty one-page RPG called Oh Shit It’s the Killer. The premise is simple: you’re a high schooler spending the weekend in the woods with your besties. The Killer is there also. He is trying to the Kill you

I say shitty not to demean the quality of my work but because it’s less an exercise in good game design and more an attempt to induce paranoid internal conflict that turns into murder (in game of course). It has like three mechanics and one of them actively encourages you to murder the other PCs

Great news!

It’s done

I put like three braincells into this, so if there’s anything about it that outright sucks, uh. Sorry not sorry, L + ratio + let’s use the 1-page restriction as an excuse for any unfun mechanics

“What if there was a game about being a genre-savvy slasher protagonist murdering their way to the role of Final Girl?”

“Sounds cool when exactly does the PvP start”

“character creation”

[text:

Oh Fuck, The Killer! (a bad TTRPG for like 5 people counting the Narrator probably)

You're a high schooler spending a weekend in the woods with your besties! Sure hope there isn't the Killer... it would really put a damper on things if someone got the Killed.

Pick one player to be the Narrator/Killer. The Killer is a supernatural entity that wears the shape of a man and uses traps, melee weapons, and the environment to murder teenagers. The Killer's power lies on a sliding scale from 3 to 12. Any time a player passes a skill check, raise the power by 1. The Narrator still makes a character, but theirs will be the first to die.

Character creation: (one time you...)

You may pick three things about your character: your name, your pronouns, and your high school Demographic (jock, nerd, goth, or something even more esoteric). Each other player then tells a story about your character, ending with "you are/were, like, soooo [adjective]". You may declare up to one of these Stories to be gossip. Write down a little note about each of the other Stories, along with the Adjective. Finally, accept your character's impending demise.

Gameplay: (you are all genre savvy)

The beginning of the game is just chillin, hanging out, cooking hotdogs and swimming, whatever. At some point, the sun sets, and the Narrator's character dies. All being aware this is now a horror movie, your goal, regardless of gender, is to be the Final Girl. The Narrator will demand a Skill Check any time you do something risky, like wandering off alone. Attempting to murder a friend is just like a normal Skill Check but the number to equal or exceed is always 8.

Skill Checks: (these are meant to be easy because if you fail you just die lol)

Roll 2d6, plus 1d6: (a) if your Demographic applies in some way, (b) for each Adjective which applies, and (c) for each Story it resembles. Keep the two highest d6s. If you equal or exceed the Killer's power, you pass the check, achieve your aim, and survive, raising the Killer's power by 1. If you fail, you die. The Narrator has the final say in what you can add to a Skill Check and they should be generous because you didn't get to build your character.

Bad Decisions: (fuck you go into the woods)

The Narrator may at any time offer a Bad Decision, such as Wander Off Alone or Go Upstairs or Check Out That Weird Screaming Noise. If no player does it, raise the Killer's power by 3.

Dying: (hahaha get fucked)

If you fail a Skill Check, you die. Badly. If another player succeeds on a check to kill you, you die. Badly. When you die, raise the Killer's power by 2 (the Narrator's character doesn't count).

Winning: (the real victory was the friendships we ruined along the way)

You win when you're the last person standing, the Final Girl. Multiple people can win by teaming up to defeat the Killer. While the Killer's power is 12, every surviving player is making a Final Stand, and can make a Skill Check to attack/escape the Killer. If everyone succeeds, everyone still standing wins! If someone dies, everyone still alive needs to make their Final Stand Checks over again. Because fuck you that's why.

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Creep by Radiohead, covered by the White Hell Wizard and friend. See the hi res version on youtube.

drawing: done!

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[oc] check out my fish yall

I can hear frequencies outside the average human range so I highly enjoy the secret riffs embedded in many songs, in fact I’m such a connoisseur of these “hyper melodies” that they feature as the main draw of my music. Were you capable of hearing such, then you would realize my songs are not mediocre, but in fact pretentious

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