Sith Lords of the Dance

wake up people. big bad wolf breath can’t melt straw beams. the first little pig was an inside job

Swine/11

no there were 3

Is that a miette?

Pride for you!  Pride for a thousand years!!

you COME OUT to miette? you come out to her as queer? oh! oh! pride for mother! pride for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!

He looks a bit different than I imagined.

Every single one of these is working at a Renaissance Faire.

The cleanomorph

women in stem. women in root. women in leaf.

This was wild because I forgot your high schoolers are called seniors and I thought you were talking about old folks

“it was their second to last day”

Something indie tabletop RPG authors have got to accept is that random dice tables of Weird Shit cannot be brief. A haunted doll that looks like the party leader's mother as a child is creepy in isolation, but when it comes up four times in one session because the table it's on only has like twelve entries it's a running gag.

As a very general rule, a table of Oddly Specific Shit that's expected to be used more than once per session needs at least 20 entries total per roll beyond the first. There's a reason the d100 table is popular beyond pleasing symmetry; it's just the right size to be rolled on half a dozen times per session without constantly kicking out incongruous duplicates.

this is so much funnier if you assume the DM is God.

This is how I'm gonna explain dnd to people from now on

How do I explain Plato's allegory of the cave to my cat?

gato’s allegory of the fishtank