so they wake everybody up: nurses, doctors, remote workers, essential employees - everyone who's working those 8pm-3am shifts that keep the world working, by ROARING with 8+ leaf blowers and weedeaters and mowers for 2 hours, then they quietly do sprinkler maintenance and shit.
at the VERY LEAST: use electric trimmers.
Electric trimmers are quieter than a blowdyer, it's LAS VEGAS, all the grass here is thin and weedless because it's all non-native, you don't need a DWALT BRUSH CUTTER to trim a line down a sidewalk, for FUCK'S sake.
Ive got 4 tabs, snipping tool, and Skyrim SE running and it's barely 50% - before the change it literally hit 100% while I was using photoshop and dumped me back to desktop and crashed everything.
I'm kinda mad at it, tbh.
Literally all i want y'all to do is tell your friends about this. Don't let them suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune as is made manifest in this little checkbox.
They're at work so I'll obviously never say anything, but the security guard watching over the doors at this vaccine wait area looks SO GOOD in their blazer, tie, and black slacks. Not a single hair out of place, eyebrows that would kill a man, creases sharp enough to shave with.
It's even more comical that there are a dozen teenagers in bikinis at the beach club to my left and I'm swooning over this queen adjusting her tie clip. Haha
Oh god, I glanced up and she looked me right in the eye, bury me in a shallow grave.
I miss playing pool, going to the gym, shopping with friends, and going shopping without looming fear.
It's one if those things where I was getting antsy in March 2020. And now I'm just... Ugh.
Butt gerblins.
Used to be: Friday, see if Phoenix wanted to go shopping around town, maybe Bed Bath and Beyond, Ikea, pick up stuff from Sam's Club on Saturday or Sunday when Brandon was free, too. Go to the gym every few days, remind myself what real weight feels like.
Go to one of those oldschool pool halls where the regulars sit at the bar all night and watch sports or talk about old times and I'd just rack up 3-4 games and play alone, smell the french fries and beer on the air. Maybe invite a friend.
Once I was playing a Fighter named Braxus von Uldrick, a Rashemi human who worked as a mercenary and father of three young boys, one of which traveled with him as a squire.
By level 14, we were trying to stop the avatar of a long-dead elder god named Toloph.
We fought our way through cultists and ogres, trolls and orcs, chasing after this crazed warlord who craved might and power more than anything and drove those around him through sheer fucking force of will. Like a cross between a paladin and warlock, he was a powerful leader.
We finally cornered him atop a mountain at the ruins of a temple to Toloph. We were already pretty battered from fighting his flunkies, but it was a "kill him now or Toloph will breathe once again" situation.
There was no talking to him, he was already yoked out of his mind-
When planning a #dnd5e adventure ask: If every player failed every single skill check in this adventure, could they still complete it and could they still have fun?
If either answer is 'no' - I urge you to rework your adventure with that in mind.
"A character must succeed on a DC 17 Wisdom (Perception) check to notice the trap door in the floor."
Okay, everyone fails. Now what?
"Uh... UHHHH... i guess roll again?"
Hard pass.
And dont try the "make the DC 5!" i said assume they FAIL, not roll low.
"Characters who succeed on a DC 17 Wisdom (Perception) check notices the trap door in the floor. Otherwise, the doctor's mad shrieks leads them to the cellar, where a helmed horror with a +1 halberd guards a descending staircase."
In the torn out belly of an old, sprawling hotel, I found myself investigating strange happenings in the fledgling restaurant that sprouted in the blasted ruin.
Swarthy men gutted the collapse, using every nail & timber to build the eatery and it's long tables.
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I swear to have seen a spider, large as a dinner plate, with an ape-like face and twitching human fingers for legs, ground down to bloody points. But only a flash witnessed in a broken pane of glass. The bike thing was some illusion. A twisting of light and color, nothing more.
It was then , in the darkening hours of the day, that six young travelers entered, seating themselves at the single large feast table. Colorful, happy, bawdy souls in all, they seemed unaffected by the haze of terror that lingered among the workmen.
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