Uh, hello? Medusa? I am sorry to bother you if you are in here. My name is Perseus and I wonder if you would be so kind to help me? I heard about the horrible thing Athena did to you, so I have this realy nice mask you may like to wear while we eat this picnic I bought.
I don't want to trouble you, but the whole turning to stone power? Well that would be amazing help to bring down this horrible dictator. It would really help the people, and I am sure we arrange a lovely share of the rewards if you like.
I brought wine and spanakopita and mice
I will put in a great word with Zeus if you help, and, who knows? Maybe he might get Athena to turn you back?
Racists have ya... yunno... ever tried not being racist? It opens up literally a whole world of experiences and friendships you would otherwise miss out on.
When you have grown up in a culture that constantly bombards you with racism, choosing to challenge that in yourself is a powerful act of self definition. You have to become much more self aware, willing to apologise, recognise fault in yourself and change.
Racism is *everywhere* from video game selection menus to casual slang terms, from childrens rhymes and old sayings. Every TV show, advert, book, game you play has racism woven in to some degree. A thousand small cuts a day.
If Covid 19 has shown us anything, it is how absolutely fucking mindblowingly dumb some people are. Like, I was gonna give humanity the benefit of the doubt, but holy fuck there are some absolute spanners in our cogs.
Right now there are protesters fighting police in Melbourne.
Two days before they are set to ease.
I will never, ever make the mistake again of assuming a person has enough intelligence not to require a "Caution: contents may be hot" label on a cup of coffee.
So the party was an old B2 battledroid bodyguard, a scruffy ace drunk pilot, a traumatised biotech expert and a noble merchant son who is a crack shot. A rounded party with a tank, a shooter, a meh fighter and a healer who wasn't shooty at all.
And it played extremely well in the spirit of Star Wars. First fight was a shootout at a space docks between a Twliek Xi'an (from Mandalorian) and her Gran sidekick.
Lots of shooting and missing, four glancing hits that just stunned, a solid wound that dropped Xi'an...
Me on my usual #ttrpg ranty bullshit- please mute this thread as usual.
How my D6 starwars homebrew mod is going.
So, funny thing, WEG pretty much slipped a fast one on us with all the rulebooks because if you scan down the cheat sheets available online pretty much everything is 3 dice or 3dice+1. Blast pistol vs an eweb blaster? Honestly it makes fuck all difference for most encounters.
So for me starwars is way more swinging... it is high drama with epic highs and comic lows.
The d6 die system means you get bell curves happening, averaging out die rolls. That doesn't feel right to me.
So I decided to mix things up a bit and go to the queen of swing- d20
Spiderman gameplay but you play the Spiderperson of an AU in the spider verse. You get to customise your character, play them from bite through making their (custom) costumes to fighting randomly customised enemies...
...so your worlds version of Doc Oc might be Asian American, have a purple suit, and want riches or fame.
Your spiderverse. Your story.
As you play you get new tech and costume options from allies you make or enemies you defeat, from labs you explore and computers you hack.
Just got a question asking about how hormones work regarding the sex of cells. So I will just do a quick simplified explanation.
Okay, so cells in humans do not actually know their own sex. It isn't hard coded in, and the cell carries the instructions to make both expressions where there is any variation at all.
The cell doesn't know which way we are going to go. It just is, and can go either way. The deciding factor is when a hormone comes along and binds to the receptor the cell has for it.
Think of it as a lock and key, or perhaps a post box with a specific address on it.