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I did a very quick, sketchy comic because I was extremely inspired by this post. (Credit to @pinkdiamondprince for the original post.)

And that’s something I don’t think I have ever seen before, at least not in this kind of fantasy/adventure show. Even if the characters tell us they’re struggling economically, they always have that vague aura of middle/upper class about them, that comes with having an expensive wardrobe, perfect make up, a nice apartment, etc. Rose is different; nothing about her, from her home to her workplace is even remotely glamorous.

There's nothing we can do to fix it, it fully needs replacing. And that costs around £1,500.

We don't have anywhere near that kind of money. We can't even afford groceries at the moment

I hate to do this again but I could use some serious help

Here is my PayPal

Any money you can donate will contribute to us getting a new boiler much faster. The cold months are coming so we really need it done before the weather turns if we can

If you can't donate, please reblog this. I really don't know what we're gonna do

Only just had the time to look through this website today and, props to ‘em, it’s a fantastic tabletop gaming resource! It has good content for inspiration, and it sources ideas from the community, giving credit where it’s due.

I love it!

Even if you just use their random lists. Here are some examples that they offer: Roll a d10 if you wanna choose one at random!

100+ Cave Skill Challenges

100 Secrets A Hamlet Or Village Conceals From Outsiders

100 Things You Can Find In A Haunted House 

100 Bard Songs 

100 Halfling Traits 

100 Interesting Dungeon Encounters 

100 Cyberpunk Corporations 

100 Warm Up Roleplaying Questions for Players 

100 NPC Jobs 

100 Useless People You Find On A Failed “Gather Information” Check

They have generators too. For example, a random potion and book generator.

If you want to contribute to a list or see what lists are currently in the works, check out their reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/d100/

Look out your window tonight, and you’ll see the moon.

If you’re lucky, you’ll see the stars.

The sky wasn’t always like that, shining like a sheet of ice in the midnight sun. Once, long ago, it was dark. The moon was our only guide, and people walked into the darkness, never to be seen again. It was a cold age, full of fear and loss.

Many a person tried to change this, lighting fires that–in the end–turned to destruction instead of guidance, or harnessing arcane whisperings to lift the veil that covered the night sky, but even the strongest of mages couldn’t hold off this endless tide forever. Darkness always swept back over the sky.

And this darkness not only filled the world, but people’s hearts. The night was another word for violence and fear, with guarded chests and darting eyes that harvested the black for any sign of attack.

None were more guarded than those who had already lost someone to the darkness, and of these, there was one–his name lost to the ages–who longed for a lighter heart than the night would afford him. From his isolated cabin at the edge of the world, he watched the sea and the sky blend into one, his back to the forest that had taken his heart. Sunlight brought a reprieve from the night’s thoughts, but always, the sun dipped back beyond the horizon, leaving only its pale reflection in the shape of the moon.

Every night, the man looked up at the moon, begging its light to spread to the eternal expanse of the sky.

It was years into his nightly vigil when something changed. The moon shone brighter, seemed closer, and the darkness in the man’s heart was filled with this halo of light. The light spread through every part of the man, and he stood from his place at the meeting of the sea and the sky, and stepped towards the forest, intent on bringing the light into the core of darkness that he had lost so many to before. If he could only bring light to the darkest corners of the world, then no one would ever be as lonely as he had been.

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[I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror.] 

 What a wild ride and no one better to conduct it.

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Me, age 12: