"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
"The people of the Mists? Is that the staff here?"
"Oh, no! The staff are very accepting of outsiders. You see, we are all in a place called the Domains of Dread. It consists of an unknown amount of horrible little places floating around on a sea of toxic Mists. The people of those horrible little places, which are the titular Domains, by the way, are who I was referring to."
"Ah, thank you for the explanation. And I'm glad that I, too, will be accepted here. Oh, and my name is Grakir, by the way." He pauses. "Is there anything... entertaining to do around here?"
"Well, you can explore, for one. The Hold rearranges itself on a regular basis in a constant attempt to improve, so it could be fun to find what weird rooms it decided to stitch together. There are also some games, fortune tellers, and interesting staff members in the games room... if you can find it, that is. The courtyard has plenty of training equipment for both martial and magical disciplines. You might enjoy the catacombs since we're always finding new stuff down there, including undead that usually join the staff after seeing what life is like in the Domains.
There's also a library, and not even I know all the books in there. Except for the romance section. Also, avoid books that mention Strahd in the title. Exactly 82% of them are just low-quality smut. Believe me, I know."
*well this is awesome*
Grakir smiles. "That's certainly something to do, then. Thank you." He exits, and tries to find the catacombs or the games room.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Grayson is still skeptically listening to this conversation. He shakes his head and chuckles, looking at The Master and Grakir. "You two are mad. Cling to your dark fantasies if you wish, I suppose." He looks away, back towards the bar. "Suit! Another drink!"
The spirit pours another drink. "A word of advice: don't call the master 'mad.' He is the... owner of this establishment, and he can be as dangerous as he is theatrical. Even some of the staff fear what he can do."
"What he can do? Can't be too bad, can it?"
"Even if you scoff at his physical and arcane prowess, he has a way with people. Like everyone else, you will surely learn to love him or fear him. Remember to respect him, respect the staff, and respect the Nightmare Hold. The rules may seem trivial, but even we fear breaking them. The Master has made a couple of particularly unruly people disappear in the night, never to be seen again."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
"The people of the Mists? Is that the staff here?"
"Oh, no! The staff are very accepting of outsiders. You see, we are all in a place called the Domains of Dread. It consists of an unknown amount of horrible little places floating around on a sea of toxic Mists. The people of those horrible little places, which are the titular Domains, by the way, are who I was referring to."
"Ah, thank you for the explanation. And I'm glad that I, too, will be accepted here. Oh, and my name is Grakir, by the way." He pauses. "Is there anything... entertaining to do around here?"
"Well, you can explore, for one. The Hold rearranges itself on a regular basis in a constant attempt to improve, so it could be fun to find what weird rooms it decided to stitch together. There are also some games, fortune tellers, and interesting staff members in the games room... if you can find it, that is. The courtyard has plenty of training equipment for both martial and magical disciplines. You might enjoy the catacombs since we're always finding new stuff down there, including undead that usually join the staff after seeing what life is like in the Domains.
There's also a library, and not even I know all the books in there. Except for the romance section. Also, avoid books that mention Strahd in the title. Exactly 82% of them are just low-quality smut. Believe me, I know."
*well this is awesome*
Grakir smiles. "That's certainly something to do, then. Thank you." He exits, and tries to find the catacombs or the games room.
*Thank you, I appreciate it, but can I get a bit more detailed feedback? I want to make this as good as possible for the players!*
Grakir goes downstairs and immediately finds the games room. Games of skill and fortune tellers abound. It looks like the staircase also goes straight down to the catacombs.
"Well, that's fortunate." Notes the Master.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Grayson is still skeptically listening to this conversation. He shakes his head and chuckles, looking at The Master and Grakir. "You two are mad. Cling to your dark fantasies if you wish, I suppose." He looks away, back towards the bar. "Suit! Another drink!"
The spirit pours another drink. "A word of advice: don't call the master 'mad.' He is the... owner of this establishment, and he can be as dangerous as he is theatrical. Even some of the staff fear what he can do."
"What he can do? Can't be too bad, can it?"
"Even if you scoff at his physical and arcane prowess, he has a way with people. Like everyone else, you will surely learn to love him or fear him. Remember to respect him, respect the staff, and respect the Nightmare Hold. The rules may seem trivial, but even we fear breaking them. The Master has made a couple of particularly unruly people disappear in the night, never to be seen again."
"Made them 'disappear in the night,' huh? Sounds like a child's fable. Well, with all your magic here, making ordinary people look like imaginary creatures of the night, I'd almost believe it if I didn't know any better." Grayson downs their ale in one swallow. *I'm trying to toe the line between respect and troublemaking with this character, just let me know if I get too out of hand.*
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
Grayson is still skeptically listening to this conversation. He shakes his head and chuckles, looking at The Master and Grakir. "You two are mad. Cling to your dark fantasies if you wish, I suppose." He looks away, back towards the bar. "Suit! Another drink!"
The spirit pours another drink. "A word of advice: don't call the master 'mad.' He is the... owner of this establishment, and he can be as dangerous as he is theatrical. Even some of the staff fear what he can do."
"What he can do? Can't be too bad, can it?"
"Even if you scoff at his physical and arcane prowess, he has a way with people. Like everyone else, you will surely learn to love him or fear him. Remember to respect him, respect the staff, and respect the Nightmare Hold. The rules may seem trivial, but even we fear breaking them. The Master has made a couple of particularly unruly people disappear in the night, never to be seen again."
"Made them 'disappear in the night,' huh? Sounds like a child's fable. Well, with all your magic here, making ordinary people look like imaginary creatures of the night, I'd almost believe it if I didn't know any better." Grayson downs their ale in one swallow. *I'm trying to toe the line between respect and troublemaking with this character, just let me know if I get too out of hand.*
*It's good, just don't directly insult named staff members. They don't like that very much.*
"It's less a magical thing and more a 'no one is willing to mention how the troublemaker was carted away in the dead of the night' thing."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
"The people of the Mists? Is that the staff here?"
"Oh, no! The staff are very accepting of outsiders. You see, we are all in a place called the Domains of Dread. It consists of an unknown amount of horrible little places floating around on a sea of toxic Mists. The people of those horrible little places, which are the titular Domains, by the way, are who I was referring to."
"Ah, thank you for the explanation. And I'm glad that I, too, will be accepted here. Oh, and my name is Grakir, by the way." He pauses. "Is there anything... entertaining to do around here?"
"Well, you can explore, for one. The Hold rearranges itself on a regular basis in a constant attempt to improve, so it could be fun to find what weird rooms it decided to stitch together. There are also some games, fortune tellers, and interesting staff members in the games room... if you can find it, that is. The courtyard has plenty of training equipment for both martial and magical disciplines. You might enjoy the catacombs since we're always finding new stuff down there, including undead that usually join the staff after seeing what life is like in the Domains.
There's also a library, and not even I know all the books in there. Except for the romance section. Also, avoid books that mention Strahd in the title. Exactly 82% of them are just low-quality smut. Believe me, I know."
*well this is awesome*
Grakir smiles. "That's certainly something to do, then. Thank you." He exits, and tries to find the catacombs or the games room.
*Thank you, I appreciate it, but can I get a bit more detailed feedback? I want to make this as good as possible for the players!*
Grakir goes downstairs and immediately finds the games room. Games of skill and fortune tellers abound. It looks like the staircase also goes straight down to the catacombs.
"Well, that's fortunate." Notes the Master.
*sorry, here's maybe a bit more of my thoughts: I love the catacombs, and how there are just things wandering around down there, and how the Hold changes, and there are rooms that sometimes you probably won't be able to find (room of requirement feel, kinda), and I do like the courtyard, where you can just go there and beat the crap out of a dummy, or someone else. idk, let me know if there is something else that you need opinions on*
"Quite fortunate." Grakir decides to go straight down to the catacombs. He really wants to meet a few of these undead, and whatever else is lurking.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Grayson is still skeptically listening to this conversation. He shakes his head and chuckles, looking at The Master and Grakir. "You two are mad. Cling to your dark fantasies if you wish, I suppose." He looks away, back towards the bar. "Suit! Another drink!"
The spirit pours another drink. "A word of advice: don't call the master 'mad.' He is the... owner of this establishment, and he can be as dangerous as he is theatrical. Even some of the staff fear what he can do."
"What he can do? Can't be too bad, can it?"
"Even if you scoff at his physical and arcane prowess, he has a way with people. Like everyone else, you will surely learn to love him or fear him. Remember to respect him, respect the staff, and respect the Nightmare Hold. The rules may seem trivial, but even we fear breaking them. The Master has made a couple of particularly unruly people disappear in the night, never to be seen again."
"Made them 'disappear in the night,' huh? Sounds like a child's fable. Well, with all your magic here, making ordinary people look like imaginary creatures of the night, I'd almost believe it if I didn't know any better." Grayson downs their ale in one swallow. *I'm trying to toe the line between respect and troublemaking with this character, just let me know if I get too out of hand.*
*It's good, just don't directly insult named staff members. They don't like that very much.*
"It's less a magical thing and more a 'no one is willing to mention how the troublemaker was carted away in the dead of the night' thing."
"Ah." Grayson sizes up the empty suit. "Never thought I'd talk to a magic construct. So, am I talking to the wizard that controls this through the suit, or does this suit have its own intelligence?"
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
"The people of the Mists? Is that the staff here?"
"Oh, no! The staff are very accepting of outsiders. You see, we are all in a place called the Domains of Dread. It consists of an unknown amount of horrible little places floating around on a sea of toxic Mists. The people of those horrible little places, which are the titular Domains, by the way, are who I was referring to."
"Ah, thank you for the explanation. And I'm glad that I, too, will be accepted here. Oh, and my name is Grakir, by the way." He pauses. "Is there anything... entertaining to do around here?"
"Well, you can explore, for one. The Hold rearranges itself on a regular basis in a constant attempt to improve, so it could be fun to find what weird rooms it decided to stitch together. There are also some games, fortune tellers, and interesting staff members in the games room... if you can find it, that is. The courtyard has plenty of training equipment for both martial and magical disciplines. You might enjoy the catacombs since we're always finding new stuff down there, including undead that usually join the staff after seeing what life is like in the Domains.
There's also a library, and not even I know all the books in there. Except for the romance section. Also, avoid books that mention Strahd in the title. Exactly 82% of them are just low-quality smut. Believe me, I know."
*well this is awesome*
Grakir smiles. "That's certainly something to do, then. Thank you." He exits, and tries to find the catacombs or the games room.
*Thank you, I appreciate it, but can I get a bit more detailed feedback? I want to make this as good as possible for the players!*
Grakir goes downstairs and immediately finds the games room. Games of skill and fortune tellers abound. It looks like the staircase also goes straight down to the catacombs.
"Well, that's fortunate." Notes the Master.
*sorry, here's maybe a bit more of my thoughts: I love the catacombs, and how there are just things wandering around down there, and how the Hold changes, and there are rooms that sometimes you probably won't be able to find (room of requirement feel, kinda), and I do like the courtyard, where you can just go there and beat the crap out of a dummy, or someone else. idk, let me know if there is something else that you need opinions on*
"Quite fortunate." Grakir decides to go straight down to the catacombs. He really wants to meet a few of these undead, and whatever else is lurking.
*Thanks, that's all I needed.*
The catacombs are unlit, so Grakir must rely on darkvision. Corpses, real and stone decorations, cover the floor. A skeleton clutches a book, "How to get away from scary monsters."
That's not good.
*I have to go now. Bye!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Can I make a spirit-demon inhabiting a headless scarecrow that carries his pumpkin head like the headless horseman and emits green smoke wherever he goes and speaks in echos and far-away voices?*
Grayson is sitting at the bar and drinking. He walks out of the common room to the courtyard and starts beating up a training dummy.
A black, almost charred, twisted amalgamation of limbs with two heads, four arms, and only one leg emanating green light walks into the common room. In a deep, rumbling voice, the left head says, "Do you have any wine? And some juice for my friend here." The right head pipes up now, sounding like a little girl. "Hey! I told you not to decide things for me! Just because we share a body doesn't mean we share a mind too."
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
*Can I make a spirit-demon inhabiting a headless scarecrow that carries his pumpkin head like the headless horseman and emits green smoke wherever he goes and speaks in echos and far-away voices?*
*Well, of course, my guy. Just keep the smoke down a bit so you don't annoy the other guests.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Grayson is sitting at the bar and drinking. He walks out of the common room to the courtyard and starts beating up a training dummy.
A black, almost charred, twisted amalgamation of limbs with two heads, four arms, and only one leg emanating green light walks into the common room. In a deep, rumbling voice, the left head says, "Do you have any wine? And some juice for my friend here." The right head pipes up now, sounding like a little girl. "Hey! I told you not to decide things for me! Just because we share a body doesn't mean we share a mind too."
"Of course. Right away sir." comes the deep drawl of the geist. "And what should I get for you, ma'am?" It asks as it pours a large glass of wine.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*well this is awesome*
Grakir smiles. "That's certainly something to do, then. Thank you." He exits, and tries to find the catacombs or the games room.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Even if you scoff at his physical and arcane prowess, he has a way with people. Like everyone else, you will surely learn to love him or fear him. Remember to respect him, respect the staff, and respect the Nightmare Hold. The rules may seem trivial, but even we fear breaking them. The Master has made a couple of particularly unruly people disappear in the night, never to be seen again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thank you, I appreciate it, but can I get a bit more detailed feedback? I want to make this as good as possible for the players!*
Grakir goes downstairs and immediately finds the games room. Games of skill and fortune tellers abound. It looks like the staircase also goes straight down to the catacombs.
"Well, that's fortunate." Notes the Master.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Made them 'disappear in the night,' huh? Sounds like a child's fable. Well, with all your magic here, making ordinary people look like imaginary creatures of the night, I'd almost believe it if I didn't know any better." Grayson downs their ale in one swallow. *I'm trying to toe the line between respect and troublemaking with this character, just let me know if I get too out of hand.*
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
*I'll likely join. How much horror should i put into my character?*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*A light sprinkling of spook. Just enough to be recognizable as a character from the horror genre.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*It's good, just don't directly insult named staff members. They don't like that very much.*
"It's less a magical thing and more a 'no one is willing to mention how the troublemaker was carted away in the dead of the night' thing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*sorry, here's maybe a bit more of my thoughts: I love the catacombs, and how there are just things wandering around down there, and how the Hold changes, and there are rooms that sometimes you probably won't be able to find (room of requirement feel, kinda), and I do like the courtyard, where you can just go there and beat the crap out of a dummy, or someone else. idk, let me know if there is something else that you need opinions on*
"Quite fortunate." Grakir decides to go straight down to the catacombs. He really wants to meet a few of these undead, and whatever else is lurking.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Yeah, i can do that.*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Ah." Grayson sizes up the empty suit. "Never thought I'd talk to a magic construct. So, am I talking to the wizard that controls this through the suit, or does this suit have its own intelligence?"
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
*Thanks, that's all I needed.*
The catacombs are unlit, so Grakir must rely on darkvision. Corpses, real and stone decorations, cover the floor. A skeleton clutches a book, "How to get away from scary monsters."
That's not good.
*I have to go now. Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*ok, Grakir has the 120 feet of owlin darkvision, too*
Grakir shivers for a moment, but enjoys the atmosphere, strangely.
*Bye Baalzeboop!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Ok, i got a character built >:D*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*let the evil commence*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Can I make a spirit-demon inhabiting a headless scarecrow that carries his pumpkin head like the headless horseman and emits green smoke wherever he goes and speaks in echos and far-away voices?*
Back in black baby
Grayson is sitting at the bar and drinking. He walks out of the common room to the courtyard and starts beating up a training dummy.
A black, almost charred, twisted amalgamation of limbs with two heads, four arms, and only one leg emanating green light walks into the common room. In a deep, rumbling voice, the left head says, "Do you have any wine? And some juice for my friend here." The right head pipes up now, sounding like a little girl. "Hey! I told you not to decide things for me! Just because we share a body doesn't mean we share a mind too."
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
*Well, of course, my guy. Just keep the smoke down a bit so you don't annoy the other guests.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Of course. Right away sir." comes the deep drawl of the geist. "And what should I get for you, ma'am?" It asks as it pours a large glass of wine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The band strikes up. An "upbeat" rock song plays, completely contrasting the old building.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A rat scurry's in.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.