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THIS IS CANON TO ME. YOU CAN’T TELL ME NO ONE TOOK OUT THEIR PHONE FOR PICTURES..

Context: I’m running a 5e game where the players recently reached level 4. I have a rogue-acting-as-ranger who has taken the assassin archetype. They failed their survival rolls and stumbled upon a small group of three goblins. The rogue was scouting ahead and saw them first.

Rogue: I’m stealthed still, right?

DM: Yep. They haven’t noticed you yet.

Rogue: I want to shoot them with my bow.

DM: Okay. They’re ¼ CR so if you miss I’m going to laugh.

*Rogue rolls several perfect rolls and deals over 30 damage to a goblin with less than 10 HP*

DM: Little did you know that the goblin was tinkering with an explosive and as you fire your arrow through his head, he sets it off, and the other two goblins go flying apart in all directions. The rest of the party simply sees this small mushroom cloud of fire a couple hundred feet ahead.

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Think of Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn...

Think of them, standing at his mother’s funeral, with no idea of what death’s like except it takes away the people you love. 

Think of how they stand there and promise each other to always be there. They vow to be the other’s best man at their weddings, and vow to always get into mischief together, never alone.

And then Oliver disappears. Tommy, the boy who lost his mother and father, for whom Oliver had been his whole world in a way, his best friend and brother and partner in crime, dies at sea.

Tommy is lost. He gets even a speck of hint that his best friend is alive and he flies all across the world just to find him, to get him back.

Think of them when Oliver comes back. 

Of a friendship that had been the light for Oliver during some of his darkest days, 

of a friendship that had been the light for Tommy when he’d lost himself.

Think of them growing up together before and after Oliver came back, before and after all the mistakes they made.

They vowed to always be there for each other.

And think of the moment when Tommy Merlyn took his last breath in the arms of his best friend, 

the last face he saw being the man he’d loved as a brother all of his life, 

his last words clearing all differences away.

Think of Tommy Merlyn and Oliver Queen.

of two boys who’d spent all their lives getting into mischief and bailing each other out

of the two men who came back together, made mistakes and drifted apart, but never really broke

Of a friendship that believed even after death.

Of a friendship that never really left.

Or what Oliver would give to spend another minute with

Think of Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn.

And cry with me.