Onions Are Like Worms

Runs around screaming like brrrrrrr mmmmmmm monkey 

would anyone be interested in a wilderness survival thread :3 

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DRAKEN!

 Hello Tana

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Begrieved, Denial Given Life

Life is unfair at times.

We are given family, friends, creatures to bond with. Beings who helped make us who we are. People who we love. And life often takes them away, either at the agonizing pace of a snail or the sudden speed of lightning.

Many accept this absolute truth and live on, holding the dear memories close to their heart. Some turn to others for support. Some sadly turn to a bottle to drown their sorrows. Some isolate themselves, locking their hearts from ever being hurt again.

Then there are Grievers, powerful in soul yet volatile in emotion. They refuse to believe what they have lost.

Denial is a hell of a drug.

They create illusions, false lives, extensions of their souls, nearly perfect mimicries of the departed. They speak like them, joke like them, comfort like them. The lost are returned, at least for a moment.

These illusions should not last forever. A Griever must come to terms with the truth, and bid a final farewell. Only then can they truly be happy, for these illusions wear down the soul overtime. What might seem like a simple set of yawns becomes immense fatigue. a bed-ridden life. comatose, then often death.

The Grievers are not the only who suffer. These illusions fade as time passes, looking less like your lost childhood friend and more like their dark, hazy, disproportionate reflection. They stop acting like your old grey-furred dog and more like a confused creature who only now processes existence.

They stop being illusions, and start being Begrieved, creations of denial that can only blame themselves for their creator's death.

Life is unfair, even to those who never were meant to experience it.

 Welp time to make more statblocks!

 I'd like to see it if you do.

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Quote from DrakenBrine >>

Begrieved, Denial Given Life

Life is unfair at times.

We are given family, friends, creatures to bond with. Beings who helped make us who we are. People who we love. And life often takes them away, either at the agonizing pace of a snail or the sudden speed of lightning.

Many accept this absolute truth and live on, holding the dear memories close to their heart. Some turn to others for support. Some sadly turn to a bottle to drown their sorrows. Some isolate themselves, locking their hearts from ever being hurt again.

Then there are Grievers, powerful in soul yet volatile in emotion. They refuse to believe what they have lost.

Denial is a hell of a drug.

They create illusions, false lives, extensions of their souls, nearly perfect mimicries of the departed. They speak like them, joke like them, comfort like them. The lost are returned, at least for a moment.

These illusions should not last forever. A Griever must come to terms with the truth, and bid a final farewell. Only then can they truly be happy, for these illusions wear down the soul overtime. What might seem like a simple set of yawns becomes immense fatigue. a bed-ridden life. comatose, then often death.

The Grievers are not the only who suffer. These illusions fade as time passes, looking less like your lost childhood friend and more like their dark, hazy, disproportionate reflection. They stop acting like your old grey-furred dog and more like a confused creature who only now processes existence.

They stop being illusions, and start being Begrieved, creations of denial that can only blame themselves for their creator's death.

Life is unfair, even to those who never were meant to experience it.

 yo thats actually super cool

 Thank you, Fay.

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Begrieved, Denial Given Life

Life is unfair at times.

We are given family, friends, creatures to bond with. Beings who helped make us who we are. People who we love. And life often takes them away, either at the agonizing pace of a snail or the sudden speed of lightning.

Many accept this absolute truth and live on, holding the dear memories close to their heart. Some turn to others for support. Some sadly turn to a bottle to drown their sorrows. Some isolate themselves, locking their hearts from ever being hurt again.

Then there are Grievers, powerful in soul yet volatile in emotion. They refuse to believe what they have lost.

Denial is a hell of a drug.

They create illusions, false lives, extensions of their souls, nearly perfect mimicries of the departed. They speak like them, joke like them, comfort like them. The lost are returned, at least for a moment.

These illusions should not last forever. A Griever must come to terms with the truth, and bid a final farewell. Only then can they truly be happy, for these illusions wear down the soul overtime. What might seem like a simple set of yawns becomes immense fatigue. a bed-ridden life. comatose, then often death.

The Grievers are not the only who suffer. These illusions fade as time passes, looking less like your lost childhood friend and more like their dark, hazy, disproportionate reflection. They stop acting like your old grey-furred dog and more like a confused creature who only now processes existence.

They stop being illusions, and start being Begrieved, creations of denial that can only blame themselves for their creator's death.

Life is unfair, even to those who never were meant to experience it.

 1. Hi Draken!

2. This is indeed very cool

 1. Hey Gibber.

2. Thank you

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Begrieved, Denial Given Life

Life is unfair at times.

We are given family, friends, creatures to bond with. Beings who helped make us who we are. People who we love. And life often takes them away, either at the agonizing pace of a snail or the sudden speed of lightning.

Many accept this absolute truth and live on, holding the dear memories close to their heart. Some turn to others for support. Some sadly turn to a bottle to drown their sorrows. Some isolate themselves, locking their hearts from ever being hurt again.

Then there are Grievers, powerful in soul yet volatile in emotion. They refuse to believe what they have lost.

Denial is a hell of a drug.

They create illusions, false lives, extensions of their souls, nearly perfect mimicries of the departed. They speak like them, joke like them, comfort like them. The lost are returned, at least for a moment.

These illusions should not last forever. A Griever must come to terms with the truth, and bid a final farewell. Only then can they truly be happy, for these illusions wear down the soul overtime. What might seem like a simple set of yawns becomes immense fatigue. a bed-ridden life. comatose, then often death.

The Grievers are not the only who suffer. These illusions fade as time passes, looking less like your lost childhood friend and more like their dark, hazy, disproportionate reflection. They stop acting like your old grey-furred dog and more like a confused creature who only now processes existence.

They stop being illusions, and start being Begrieved, creations of denial that can only blame themselves for their creator's death.

Life is unfair, even to those who never were meant to experience it.

 Omg that’s awesome! Also hi Draken!

 Thank you. Also hello to you two Archer.

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Begrieved, Denial Given Life

Life is unfair at times.

We are given family, friends, creatures to bond with. Beings who helped make us who we are. People who we love. And life often takes them away, either at the agonizing pace of a snail or the sudden speed of lightning.

Many accept this absolute truth and live on, holding the dear memories close to their heart. Some turn to others for support. Some sadly turn to a bottle to drown their sorrows. Some isolate themselves, locking their hearts from ever being hurt again.

Then there are Grievers, powerful in soul yet volatile in emotion. They refuse to believe what they have lost.

Denial is a hell of a drug.

They create illusions, false lives, extensions of their souls, nearly perfect mimicries of the departed. They speak like them, joke like them, comfort like them. The lost are returned, at least for a moment.

These illusions should not last forever. A Griever must come to terms with the truth, and bid a final farewell. Only then can they truly be happy, for these illusions wear down the soul overtime. What might seem like a simple set of yawns becomes immense fatigue. a bed-ridden life. comatose, then often death.

The Grievers are not the only who suffer. These illusions fade as time passes, looking less like your lost childhood friend and more like their dark, hazy, disproportionate reflection. They stop acting like your old grey-furred dog and more like a confused creature who only now processes existence.

They stop being illusions, and start being Begrieved, creations of denial that can only blame themselves for their creator's death.

Life is unfair, even to those who never were meant to experience it.

 Begrievers should be stronger the more attached and sad the mourner was

 They would, but they're more designed for a dramatic story of what it means to be human then as enemies in DND.

Horror game idea:

It is the unreleased FPS game of David Miller, a dead cancer patient, posted to forums by their best friend

The game is very retro, like, DOOM retro

There are numerous pop culture references in the first level alone

But as you go further, the game seems to be going further in time

References to games and movies released after David was hospitalized

The graphics advance bit by bit so that you only notice it changing 2-3 levels later

You find a calendar for the month after David's death, each day crossed off

The game becomes impossibly modern for the time frame

It ends

But the keen player, there is a code scattered across the game

Inputting it as your name takes you to the REAL game

Impossible geometry with rooms overlapping

Liminal spaces that hard to create in today's computers

One you beat that, you are taken to the grave of David Miller

(Heavily inspired by MyHouse.WAD)

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Horror game idea:

It is the unreleased FPS game of David Miller, a dead cancer patient, posted to forums by their best friend

The game is very retro, like, DOOM retro

There are numerous pop culture references in the first level alone

But as you go further, the game seems to be going further in time

References to games and movies released after David was hospitalized

The graphics advance bit by bit so that you only notice it changing 2-3 levels later

You find a calendar for the month after David's death, each day crossed off

The game becomes impossibly modern for the time frame

It ends

But the keen player, there is a code scattered across the game

Inputting it as your name takes you to the REAL game

Impossible geometry with rooms overlapping

Liminal spaces that hard to create in today's computers

One you beat that, you are taken to the grave of David Miller

(Heavily inspired by MyHouse.WAD)

 ooooooo, that sounds really interesting! hm. perhaps I will make that.

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Quote from _RageGuy139_ >>

Horror game idea:

It is the unreleased FPS game of David Miller, a dead cancer patient, posted to forums by their best friend

The game is very retro, like, DOOM retro

There are numerous pop culture references in the first level alone

But as you go further, the game seems to be going further in time

References to games and movies released after David was hospitalized

The graphics advance bit by bit so that you only notice it changing 2-3 levels later

You find a calendar for the month after David's death, each day crossed off

The game becomes impossibly modern for the time frame

It ends

But the keen player, there is a code scattered across the game

Inputting it as your name takes you to the REAL game

Impossible geometry with rooms overlapping

Liminal spaces that hard to create in today's computers

One you beat that, you are taken to the grave of David Miller

(Heavily inspired by MyHouse.WAD)

 ooooooo, that sounds really interesting! hm. perhaps I will make that.

 

 How?

herro 

think rageguy probably wanted to make it himself 

uhhhhhh by coding and stuff