Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Its not actually that bad, its better than what i code in
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
also people aren't really responding to me saying I'm gonna have to leave soon
Good luck Isaac. Hope you can come back soon.
Sorry
but who are you, ive seen you post, but you said who you are
I’m Woods. I used to be pretty active on here, but now I’m mostly a lurker.
Oh
How have you been?
Good. Busy getting ready for college next year and playing D&D with my group when we get a chance. How are you?
Not so good, my life got better, and is now getting worse
Aw man! Sorry to hear that. Hope things get better and hope you’re at least able to play D&D once in a while.
I mean, I play D&D every Saturday, but I dont really like the group that much
That sucks. D&D isn’t fun unless you have a good group.
Anyway gtg. Have a great day (or at least as good a day as you can).
Byegood!
Mostly, the problem is its mostly a group of children that make stupid choices, which get really annoying, really fast
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
You have been judged, you have been seen, you have been punished. You thought the world was fair, but not with this court in charge. You thought your prison would be a hellish landscape, torture every day for eternity, but when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in… perfection. Absolute perfection, the exact place that would fit you, a place you would want to stay for your whole life.
Except for the door. Sitting in the middle of the place is a wooden door. As you open it, you find your way into a massive hallway filled with doors exactly like this one, each one facing a window painting a beautiful scene. A grassy meadow, large and lush, with a massive looming forest filled with oak trees. People wander the meadow, lost looking people, with the same brand on their wrist that you have on yours. The gavel. Meant to represent that you have been judged and punished.
Before you can retreat back into your personal paradise, a note flutters to your feet. You pick it up.
“Welcome, criminal, to the Lodge! We have everything you need-food, water, artificial people to torture, everything except the right to leave. If you need anything, please speak to the guards. They are here to make sure you never want to leave. Although if you try to fight them… you’ll see why they were recruited.”
With that, the paper disappears and you find yourself staring down the hallway, ready for whatever awaits you.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
You have been judged, you have been seen, you have been punished. You thought the world was fair, but not with this court in charge. You thought your prison would be a hellish landscape, torture every day for eternity, but when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in… perfection. Absolute perfection, the exact place that would fit you, a place you would want to stay for your whole life.
Except for the door. Sitting in the middle of the place is a wooden door. As you open it, you find your way into a massive hallway filled with doors exactly like this one, each one facing a window painting a beautiful scene. A grassy meadow, large and lush, with a massive looming forest filled with oak trees. People wander the meadow, lost looking people, with the same brand on their wrist that you have on yours. The gavel. Meant to represent that you have been judged and punished.
Before you can retreat back into your personal paradise, a note flutters to your feet. You pick it up.
“Welcome, criminal, to the Lodge! We have everything you need-food, water, artificial people to torture, everything except the right to leave. If you need anything, please speak to the guards. They are here to make sure you never want to leave. Although if you try to fight them… you’ll see why they were recruited.”
With that, the paper disappears and you find yourself staring down the hallway, ready for whatever awaits you.
I’d play that
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
There are four Complexes that make up the world. How one moves from one to another is not fully known, as there are multiple methods, and none of them work consistently.
Complex Black (The Nocturne) is a lightless, very damp computer center and factory for biological components and prosthetics. It is ruled not just by computers, but by Nightmares, randomly generated horrors from the tortured collective psyche of humanoids.
Complex Red (Gutwerx) is a burning hellscape where most industrial production and religious practice is held. An ossuary where humans work on mundane, menial tasks that don't mean anything. The AC is super-powered, because the heat here would otherwise be enough to bond osmium on the molecular level.
Complex Green (Rottenburg) is the preservation center of the Complex Four, and it is in a constant state of decay and repair. The computers don't fully understand the difference between fungus and architecture, and is very inconsistent when it comes to disenfection. This place resembles an anarchronistic mish-mash of architecture and replicated life-forms.
Complex Yellow (New Babylon) is where most humanoids choose to live, and is the "default" Complex. It has bright electrical lighting, very attentive difference engines, and almost every form of entertainment you can think of. It also has internet, which runs through pipes into devices you hook into them. Despite being the most populous, it seems relatively barren due to everyone sticking inside.
Mastercomputers (planar runers):
Ocha, Mastercomputer Black (a Nightmare born of resentment and taking the form of software)
Gorta, Mastercomputer Green (an ancient entity from before the first computer)
Grouper, Mastercomputer Red (a living codex, given sentience by virtue of being converted to code)
Barbeau, Mastercomputer Yellow (a hybrid between humanoid a brain and millions of miles of computational equipment)
You have been judged, you have been seen, you have been punished. You thought the world was fair, but not with this court in charge. You thought your prison would be a hellish landscape, torture every day for eternity, but when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in… perfection. Absolute perfection, the exact place that would fit you, a place you would want to stay for your whole life.
Except for the door. Sitting in the middle of the place is a wooden door. As you open it, you find your way into a massive hallway filled with doors exactly like this one, each one facing a window painting a beautiful scene. A grassy meadow, large and lush, with a massive looming forest filled with oak trees. People wander the meadow, lost looking people, with the same brand on their wrist that you have on yours. The gavel. Meant to represent that you have been judged and punished.
Before you can retreat back into your personal paradise, a note flutters to your feet. You pick it up.
“Welcome, criminal, to the Lodge! We have everything you need-food, water, artificial people to torture, everything except the right to leave. If you need anything, please speak to the guards. They are here to make sure you never want to leave. Although if you try to fight them… you’ll see why they were recruited.”
With that, the paper disappears and you find yourself staring down the hallway, ready for whatever awaits you.
There are four Complexes that make up the world. How one moves from one to another is not fully known, as there are multiple methods, and none of them work consistently.
Complex Black (The Nocturne) is a lightless, very damp computer center and factory for biological components and prosthetics. It is ruled not just by computers, but by Nightmares, randomly generated horrors from the tortured collective psyche of humanoids.
Complex Red (Gutwerx) is a burning hellscape where most industrial production and religious practice is held. An ossuary where humans work on mundane, menial tasks that don't mean anything. The AC is super-powered, because the heat here would otherwise be enough to bond osmium on the molecular level.
Complex Green (Rottenburg) is the preservation center of the Complex Four, and it is in a constant state of decay and repair. The computers don't fully understand the difference between fungus and architecture, and is very inconsistent when it comes to disenfection. This place resembles an anarchronistic mish-mash of architecture and replicated life-forms.
Complex Yellow (New Babylon) is where most humanoids choose to live, and is the "default" Complex. It has bright electrical lighting, very attentive difference engines, and almost every form of entertainment you can think of. It also has internet, which runs through pipes into devices you hook into them. Despite being the most populous, it seems relatively barren due to everyone sticking inside.
Mastercomputers (planar runers):
Ocha, Mastercomputer Black (a Nightmare born of resentment and taking the form of software)
Gorta, Mastercomputer Green (an ancient entity from before the first computer)
Grouper, Mastercomputer Red (a living codex, given sentience by virtue of being converted to code)
Barbeau, Mastercomputer Yellow (a hybrid between humanoid a brain and millions of miles of computational equipment)
Is this nightmare shift?
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
You have been judged, you have been seen, you have been punished. You thought the world was fair, but not with this court in charge. You thought your prison would be a hellish landscape, torture every day for eternity, but when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in… perfection. Absolute perfection, the exact place that would fit you, a place you would want to stay for your whole life.
Except for the door. Sitting in the middle of the place is a wooden door. As you open it, you find your way into a massive hallway filled with doors exactly like this one, each one facing a window painting a beautiful scene. A grassy meadow, large and lush, with a massive looming forest filled with oak trees. People wander the meadow, lost looking people, with the same brand on their wrist that you have on yours. The gavel. Meant to represent that you have been judged and punished.
Before you can retreat back into your personal paradise, a note flutters to your feet. You pick it up.
“Welcome, criminal, to the Lodge! We have everything you need-food, water, artificial people to torture, everything except the right to leave. If you need anything, please speak to the guards. They are here to make sure you never want to leave. Although if you try to fight them… you’ll see why they were recruited.”
With that, the paper disappears and you find yourself staring down the hallway, ready for whatever awaits you.
I’d play that
Same here
same
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Fake it 'til you make it Mask on, never take it off Wear it 'til wearing it feels natural Whatever I tell myself it's not true
There are four Complexes that make up the world. How one moves from one to another is not fully known, as there are multiple methods, and none of them work consistently.
Complex Black (The Nocturne) is a lightless, very damp computer center and factory for biological components and prosthetics. It is ruled not just by computers, but by Nightmares, randomly generated horrors from the tortured collective psyche of humanoids.
Complex Red (Gutwerx) is a burning hellscape where most industrial production and religious practice is held. An ossuary where humans work on mundane, menial tasks that don't mean anything. The AC is super-powered, because the heat here would otherwise be enough to bond osmium on the molecular level.
Complex Green (Rottenburg) is the preservation center of the Complex Four, and it is in a constant state of decay and repair. The computers don't fully understand the difference between fungus and architecture, and is very inconsistent when it comes to disenfection. This place resembles an anarchronistic mish-mash of architecture and replicated life-forms.
Complex Yellow (New Babylon) is where most humanoids choose to live, and is the "default" Complex. It has bright electrical lighting, very attentive difference engines, and almost every form of entertainment you can think of. It also has internet, which runs through pipes into devices you hook into them. Despite being the most populous, it seems relatively barren due to everyone sticking inside.
Mastercomputers (planar runers):
Ocha, Mastercomputer Black (a Nightmare born of resentment and taking the form of software)
Gorta, Mastercomputer Green (an ancient entity from before the first computer)
Grouper, Mastercomputer Red (a living codex, given sentience by virtue of being converted to code)
Barbeau, Mastercomputer Yellow (a hybrid between humanoid a brain and millions of miles of computational equipment)
Ooooooooh
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Okay I finished the OP, if anyone wants I can post.
DO IT
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Oh
Python sucks, mostly
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
It's painful but it doesn't really suck
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
Its not actually that bad, its better than what i code in
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
That sucks. D&D isn’t fun unless you have a good group.
Anyway gtg. Have a great day (or at least as good a day as you can).
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
how have you been :D
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Fake it 'til you make it
Mask on, never take it off
Wear it 'til wearing it feels natural
Whatever I tell myself it's not true
Byegood!
Mostly, the problem is its mostly a group of children that make stupid choices, which get really annoying, really fast
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
well i want you guys to at least say goodbye
thank u :)
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
Good! Gtg for now but great to see you again.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Bye Isaac :(
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
great to see you as well :>
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Fake it 'til you make it
Mask on, never take it off
Wear it 'til wearing it feels natural
Whatever I tell myself it's not true
Thread OP, maybe?
You have been judged, you have been seen, you have been punished. You thought the world was fair, but not with this court in charge. You thought your prison would be a hellish landscape, torture every day for eternity, but when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in… perfection. Absolute perfection, the exact place that would fit you, a place you would want to stay for your whole life.
Except for the door. Sitting in the middle of the place is a wooden door. As you open it, you find your way into a massive hallway filled with doors exactly like this one, each one facing a window painting a beautiful scene. A grassy meadow, large and lush, with a massive looming forest filled with oak trees. People wander the meadow, lost looking people, with the same brand on their wrist that you have on yours. The gavel. Meant to represent that you have been judged and punished.
Before you can retreat back into your personal paradise, a note flutters to your feet. You pick it up.
“Welcome, criminal, to the Lodge! We have everything you need-food, water, artificial people to torture, everything except the right to leave. If you need anything, please speak to the guards. They are here to make sure you never want to leave. Although if you try to fight them… you’ll see why they were recruited.”
With that, the paper disappears and you find yourself staring down the hallway, ready for whatever awaits you.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
I’d play that
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
While we're sharing the awesome sauce...
As a continuation of my little Grimdark thingie:
There are four Complexes that make up the world. How one moves from one to another is not fully known, as there are multiple methods, and none of them work consistently.
Complex Black (The Nocturne) is a lightless, very damp computer center and factory for biological components and prosthetics. It is ruled not just by computers, but by Nightmares, randomly generated horrors from the tortured collective psyche of humanoids.
Complex Red (Gutwerx) is a burning hellscape where most industrial production and religious practice is held. An ossuary where humans work on mundane, menial tasks that don't mean anything. The AC is super-powered, because the heat here would otherwise be enough to bond osmium on the molecular level.
Complex Green (Rottenburg) is the preservation center of the Complex Four, and it is in a constant state of decay and repair. The computers don't fully understand the difference between fungus and architecture, and is very inconsistent when it comes to disenfection. This place resembles an anarchronistic mish-mash of architecture and replicated life-forms.
Complex Yellow (New Babylon) is where most humanoids choose to live, and is the "default" Complex. It has bright electrical lighting, very attentive difference engines, and almost every form of entertainment you can think of. It also has internet, which runs through pipes into devices you hook into them. Despite being the most populous, it seems relatively barren due to everyone sticking inside.
Mastercomputers (planar runers):
Ocha, Mastercomputer Black (a Nightmare born of resentment and taking the form of software)
Gorta, Mastercomputer Green (an ancient entity from before the first computer)
Grouper, Mastercomputer Red (a living codex, given sentience by virtue of being converted to code)
Barbeau, Mastercomputer Yellow (a hybrid between humanoid a brain and millions of miles of computational equipment)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Same here
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Is this nightmare shift?
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
same
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Fake it 'til you make it
Mask on, never take it off
Wear it 'til wearing it feels natural
Whatever I tell myself it's not true
Ooooooooh
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
Okay I finished the OP, if anyone wants I can post.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
DO IT
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Waow... okay
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!