Ren faires are just an anacronism stew. Maybe some take historical accuracy seriously, but I’ve been to quite a few and have yet to see one that does. My local one has everything from ancient greece to steampunk Victorians. There’s even a Wok themed after Imperial China where these guys would fit right in. You see more fantasy then historical costumes usually anyway.

It’s just a place for nerds and weirdos to vibe, buy trinkets, drink, eat fair food, and wear cool costumes.

Trek is dead. It’s legacy will be what it inspires in us.

Hard work, dedication, and Lobes.

In general the entire series is mean-spirited. You can see the roots of Rowling’s hate in how she describes any of the series antagonists.

Sort of, but it’s more a comforting theory rather then a true belief. I came up with it when I was younger, doing a lot of psychedelics, and meditating often on the nature of existence and reality.

My theory is that God is everything. The earth, the stars, our fellow beings. All of reality makes up a complex web that I loosely refer to as a “consciousness” for lack of a better word. The nature of this “consciousness” is incomprehensible to us. It does not activly intervene in our daily lives, and operates on a scale beyond our comprehension. Mostly, it simply is. It is the oblivion from which our consciousness was once plucked, and it is where we will one day return.

In essence, each of us is a tiny fragment of reality experiencing itself. The meaning of life is to experience it. All of it. Joy, pleasure, and suffering. It is all a part of the whole of existence. When we die and return to the infinite our individuality is lost, but maybe God learns something about itself.

Oh, guess I don’t have to worry about catching up on all the dlc I’ve missed!

I daresay he almost looks… Stately in the portrait. It’s like a look into an alternate reality where Trump was loved by his father and got into politics out a desire to serve his country, and were he’s also done the bare minimum to care for himself for the past 79 years.

The reality if you’re working class in America; we’re all one really bad day and a few less people caring about us from being homeless.

Horror RPGs in general have very succinct combat. Prolonged battles don’t really fit the vibes. It’s pretty much either you die quickly, kill the monster quickly, or run away.

So they’re all at least 5 months old? Must be bringing their girlfriends.

Maybe Christianity wasn’t misogynistic enough?

There weren’t enough hand emojis 👋👌, mama Mia’s, or references to spaghetti. No wonder he didn’t fit in.

Mike using his YouTube money to buy and preserve old TV and Movie props is the best arc. Maybe in his retirement he can curate his collection

Picard starts every day by broadcasting “Space… The final frontier” to the crew

Well then.

When they come for you, remember to save a bullet for yourself.

Look, I’ve been DMing for going on 20 years, and I like to think most of my players have had a good time. D&D isn’t about adhiring strictly to the rules, it’s about forging an entertaining adventure with your group. 90% of the time, I use the numbers I roll, but sometimes fudging those die can serve to make the game more enjoyable.

Is a boss battle not quite packing the oomph I intended it to? Maybe give the baddie a few good licks in to keep the players on their toes. Has someone been having a really rough time with an encounter and seems frustrated? Maybe just ignore that crit I just rolled. As long as you’re not killing players, there’s no harm in fudging the dice every once in a while.

Iirc he hit that Uruk 2-3 times in the chest, probably the heart. That motherfucker just kept going and yeeted himself into the grate when his body was giving out.

And yet, our tax dollars enrich him. Isn’t that great?

Idk, I know a pianist and his house is just filled with boxes and boxes of sheets music!

Biggest argument in favor of compulsory military service I’ve ever seen. The everyday citizen soldiers didn’t give a fuck about the coup, and weren’t willing to risk confrontation with their military trained fellow citizens for a wannabe dictator. It was a beautiful thing.