Yep, and you can tell what spells they’re using pretty often (obviously adapted for screen) without someone yelling “Your Maximillion’s Earthen Grasp is no match for my Bigby’s Hand!” so it’s fun as a player to see that as well.

My buddy has been fighting that fight for a while. He is “lucky” that he has an extra few grand a month because he’s got 100% disability through the military (another whole ass fight that someone who came back missing one leg and with a bunch of psychiatric conditions shouldn’t have to fight). He barely breaks even but he loves raising cattle.

I’m not so sure about number 3. He gets made fun of a lot. Well, he got made fun of a lot then everyone seemed to forget him. Even people with ridiculous accents made fun of his accent (of which I am one).

The people who believe him are obviously out there. But I’d like to think that most people realize that his show was (is? I don’t know) just Jerry Springer with fewer chairs being thrown and less honesty about what they’re there for.

On the other hand, I have no good explanation about why they think it would work at all without what you said. So maybe?

The building was on fire and it wasn’t my fault.

Yes! Divided by the prime meridian and the antimeridian. That’s a good question, though.

Same here with dad. I handled my shit in the 4th grade a single time. Bullies at my school remembered and I got left alone. I got suspended and dad got me ice cream because I was standing up for myself.

Several years later some bullies from another school who didn’t know me tried pulling some shit in the wrong place. Not school grounds so there were no policies stopping us. I had just turned old enough to drive. A group of them tried their luck and started talking shit. So I pulled out my tire tool and started swinging. I didn’t hit anyone. I just came out looking crazy and they went on their way.

This will not be everyone’s experience, but in mine you just have to look insane enough that no one doubts you’ll try to maim them.

If we didn’t both know who our fathers were and if he weren’t a few years older that would absolutely describe us anyway. Went to school not far from each other and I played baseball against his younger brother, then was on the team with his brother for fall ball. Different churches that were part of the same cult. Similar teenage interests. Same social circles just a few years apart. Same branch of the military and same rate (this is where we went from being aware of each other to being friends). Both married and divorced young. Super similar career paths. Both settled in the same large city several hours from our small hometowns (I got here first, for once) and played music with the same people. Super similar adult interests completely separate from our teen interests. It’s fucking freaky. We didn’t even realize it for years until it was pointed out.

He eventually moved out east while I stayed. I’m one of like 3 people he still keeps in contact with in the state.

I can’t play with my friend because we play the same guy.

Both rogue. Both street tough types rather than the shadowy assassin type. Both used to end up taking a couple of levels of either Bard or fighter and ended up with a swashbuckler. No strength, all dex and cha.

We did play together a few times and would swap out which one of us got to play that guy. The other always played a very angry wizard. Just grumpy as shit. Good at a lot of things, but preferred to either fireball or magic missile his way out of situations. Talking to NPCs? I think I’ve got potions brewing. Must be off!

Before we played together we played the same MUD separately. Yep, same character. We ran into each other from time to time.

In high school we played at the same place but a couple of years apart. I started going when he left for the Navy. The guy who DM’ed there said my character reminded me of that guy a lot.

I want to play BG3 with him remotely and both play swashbucklers.

@thefartographer@lemm.ee

I’ll be your friend but I ain’t kissing you.

I actually love a lot of things about our state. There are good people, there’s good food, there’s some really beautiful scenery, the music scene is crazy…I really like it here. I just hate the jackasses running the place.

DFW, Austin, and Houston account for a lot of people. All blue as fuck. If we could get people excited about something, anything, we could easily be purple.

Where in America? I don’t doubt it, I’m just not familiar with it. Is it possibly something that has fallen out as a slang term or incredibly regional?

No. The fallout from all the launched missiles scrambled my thinking sponge.

I grew up poor as hell. I broke the cycle in my family just in time to have to deal with this shit. My garden is looking like it’s going to do well this year and if meat starts getting scarce I can go hunting from time to time or get some yard birds from the friends I get my eggs from, but god damn (or maybe I’ll go vegetarian, wouldn’t be the first time), I just wanted a little more time not having to live hand to mouth.

But I’ll make it as long as flour doesn’t get to be the price of beef. And I’ll complain the whole fucking time.

You’re not going to the Pope’s funeral.

Honestly, most people will never attend a very formal funeral. Wear your blue suit. If you come to mine I hereby grant permission to wear jeans and a band or nerd T-shirt. It’s very indicative of what I wore most of my life up to this point even if I dress better now when I leave the house.

I don’t think most people care as long as you are trying.

Josh Todd of Buckcherry on stage now.

Someone watched too much GI Joe. Cobra had their branding everywhere.

That’s fucking wild. I have two cards that are occasionally declined because they want to make sure I’m making the transaction. I can afford it but I’d be pissed paying a fee because my credit card company suspected I might not be the one wanting to upgrade to a second phone or whatever.

I thought Junior just meant they only had 3 or 4 pair of programming socks.