No book I’ve ever read is gonna beat City of the Rats.
Nothing will ever be better than a city that got so full of rats that the citizens just threw up their arms and said “Fuck it–we’re moving to a new city, calling it ‘No Rats’, and if I even so much as see something that looks like a rat I will kill whoever brought it near me”
The statue of the avatar of Akatosh - The Temple of the One
‘I do what I must do. I cannot stay to rebuild Tamriel, that task falls to others. Farewell. You’ve been a good friend, in the short time that I’ve known you. But now I must go. The Dragon waits.’ - Martin Septim
“Hey! I’m Goku, you’re a saiyan too? Maybe you can help. I’m trying to find my grandpa’s four-star ball, but Supreme Kai of Time said that my dragon radar isn’t attuned to this time’s balls and won’t work. Could ya’ help?”
I want to write a d&d campaign about competing food trucks within a fantasy city. The adventurers would quest for rare monster flesh to sell. They’d deal with other food truck crews and plots involving the loss of permits and picky clientele who want pickled beholder eyes….
Presi la bottiglia e andai in camera mia. Mi spogliai, tenni le mutande e andai a letto. Era un gran casino. La gente si aggrappava ciecamente a tutto quello che trovava: comunismo, macrobiotica, zen, surf, ballo, ipnotismo, terapie di gruppo, orge, ciclismo, erbe aromatiche, cattolicesimo, sollevamento pesi, viaggi, solitudine, dieta vegetariana, India, pittura, scrittura, scultura, composizione, direzione d'orchestra, campeggio, yoga, copula, gioco d'azzardo, alcool, ozio, gelato di yogurt, Beethoven, Bach, Budda, Cristo, meditazione trascendentale, succo di carota, suicidio, vestiti fatti a mano, viaggi aerei, New York City, e poi tutte queste cose sfumavano e non restava niente. La gente doveva trovare qualcosa da fare mentre aspettava di morire. Era bello avere una scelta. Io l'avevo fatta da un pezzo, la mia scelta. Alzai la bottiglia di vodka e la bevvi liscia. I russi sapevano il fatto loro.
rules: You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your mp3 player, itunes, Spotify, etc. on shuffle, list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people. I was tagged by @blodbranddod and @gipsyspirits (Thank you ^^, sorry it’s taken so long)
1. Sonata Arctica - The Misery
2. Iron Savior - Solar Wings
3. Dionysus - Queen of Madness
4. Stratovarius - What Can I Say?
5. Amon Amarth - The Mighty Doors of The Speargod’s Hall
Another one of our “first wave” of Steven Universe books! This one’s an activity book packed full of fun and goofy things to do. I got to design what is possibly my favorite page ever - Beach City Underground Wrestling trading cards (based on these gems from the 90′s).
This also just came out today, and is available here if you’re interested.
Background: The Commonwealth’s first real fashion designer, she calls herself. Native to Diamond City’s upper stands, Princess lived a privileged life until the death of her parents and some very unfortunate business moves left her capless and the laughing stock of the rich and influential folks of the settlement. While she seems spoilt, naive and self-centered at first, Princess is kind, a bit too idealistic, and ready to share the latest gossips and her seemingly endless supplies of clothes and armor pieces with the Sole Survivor if they decide to recruit her.
(the rest is under read more for length. seriously. it’s long.)