i have like a million slightly different versions of this

So, I wanna talk about the Fighter class.

I played 3.5 for the longest time.  High School until just after 5th came out.  So I had a lot of experience reading the PhB and thinking that fighters were the most boring things ever.  Then I would read extended material and see all these martial classes that were cool conceptually but were ultimately bad for most games (looking at you, Knight.)  Fighters were still the go-to class because you could make all those martial characters and still be able to have the million and a half feats that fighters provided.  

Cut to 5th.  The fighter class, being the staple that it is, was in the PhB.  I looked at it and almost immediately stopped caring because, as cool as it was that they had rolled a bunch of those unnecessary classes from 3.5 into the one base class, they really still all just felt like slightly different versions of the same thing. I wanted to play them, but the only real difference I felt was “I can run two-hander or tank.”  The archery abilities felt too minimal for me to even consider it.  Should also note that in my early days of d&d 5e I was only playing casters and my converted rogue.  

Over time with the release of Unearthed Arcana I have started seeing fighters differently.  Especially so with the latest release that introduced the knight, samurai, arcane archer and sharpshooter.  These all feel like they’re vastly different from the base class.  I love these new archetypes as much as I loved the idea of those old classes.  

Sorry about the lack of content.  The gaming has really slowed down with the holidays.  We should be getting back into the game here in the next couple weeks.  


So here’s the most vivid memory I have of my dream last night, though I’m not sure how well I’d be able to explain the context of the moment.  Essentially I was Frisk, from Undertale, and the world was just slightly different; I met all the characters in the same order as in the actual game, but the context was all scrambled up.

Also, there were like eight million, harmless versions of Flowey.  They sang, and it should have been spooky but it was actually pretty calming.  My dream’s versions of Echo Flowers, maybe?

At any rate, meeting Sans again, for the “first time,” somehow reminded me of why I liked Undertale in the first place…  I had to get it out of my system.


Of course, I looked at every other Cinderella there had been, thinking that I needed it to be different, yet, it couldn’t be a million miles away from the animated version everyone knows and loves and has grown up with. In a way, I had to stick to certain rules, like it had to be the prettiest dress at the ball, and it had to fulfill every little girl’s dream. But still, I wanted it to be different and slightly more contemporary. Having given myself those challenges, I collected lots of images of ball gowns from all periods—any large, pretty ball gown. I knew it had to be big and follow a nineteenth-century silhouette, but I wanted it to appear weightless. I didn’t want it too adorned or fussy, so that it would stand out from the crowd in its simplicity. We can assume that every other woman at that ball has really overdone it in order to capture the Prince’s attention. - Sandy Powell