Portrait of a boss battle in the time of quarantine. #dnd#levelingup
Not pictured: 1) Mexican standoff with dragon threatening to snap our downed archer’s neck 2) Dramatic, half-true speech about the vengeance he sensed in me being towards a *different* dragon 3) My dwarven-plated ass almost dying by crit fail just climbing down the tower after
(Possible spoilers for #dnd5e village of Thundertree ahoy!)
Decided to draw out the map and encounters from memory.
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Important thread. The degree to which we don’t widely acknowledge that pregnancy and birth *permanently change bodies*—sometimes in disabling ways—is maddening.
Just one of the reasons the adoption-as-an-alternative-to-abortion thing is bullshit.
Pregnancy and birth are horrific things to put someone through if they’re not 100% down. Whether anyone wants the resulting kid is irrelevant to that.
In fact I’d argue almost no one who gives birth has actually had the opportunity to give informed consent, because WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THE RISKS. An awful lot of providers don’t talk about them either bc they think people already know or “don’t want to scare people.”
I am rewatching the first episode of Hijinks & Handlebars @HandleStream for Reasons* and I might have to livetweet it.
*I need to send an example to my mom to explain 1) what a #TTRPG actual play is, and 2) why someone would ever watch one.
Foreshadowing yes, spoilers no. (At least nothing I believe to be a spoiler, as of the place I am in watching, which is having just completed Ep 37, Council of Goth.)
Since then I’ve discovered other RPGs, learnt whole new vocabularies, made new friends in my town and online, and discovered a hobby that’s getting me through a pandemic.
I’ve been immersed in multiple new worlds with powerful stories and some of my favorite characters in fiction (thanks, @Laggardson@KWilliamWhite@dungeon_dudes).
Taking the obscurity clause relatively seriously, my answer is Royal Fingerbowl. Introduced to them by this copy of “Happy Birthday, Sabo!” from a now-passed cousin who was a friend and fan of theirs in NOLA.
There’s something in their dark sense of humor, human blues, and eclecticism that’s pretty core to my whole deal.
Here’s their epically weird and heartbreaking “Toby”: