OneSaltyErik

Dear Mr Blaine,

    Thank you for your interest in my early piece, “The Prophet.” I was surprised to hear someone was curious about the sketch as most of my early work has fallen into obscurity. I’d be happy to answer your questions about it.

    To answer your first query, I was not attempting irony or satire when I titled the piece. However, the title was chosen as a bit of an obscure joke. As for the inspiration, it came when I was still a young man, during my very first tour of the southern continent. To give a complete reply to your queries, I’ll need to provide you with some context. However, I also feel the need to warn you in advance that it’s not exactly a high brow, cerebral story. Given the nature of the book you’re writing, it may in fact prove completely unhelpful.

    I hate to admit it, but the most important thing I learned from my first summer abroad in the south was how ignorant I was. I left the Docit Academy of Fine Arts and Magic feeling quite cultured and prepared to document my adventures alone. My account would show my palate for the local cuisine, my cleverness with languages, and overall saviness. Instead, I gave myself food poisoning in my first week when I forgot to bless the oysters with holy water before consumption, a street vendor sold me a parasol that broke in a light breeze, and I missed my ferry connection by misreading a time table.

To read the rest of this short story, you can find it on this link:

My TTRPG characters have a nasty habit of dying tragically right before we finish the campaign. I have only one character I ever managed to get to the end of a game and give them a happy ending. I need to stress that the characters in the graveyard were very strong and well equipped.

Magda: My Goliath fighter. She had a very high HP, AC, and CON. She got stabbed to death because we didn’t have time for a long rest before a mafia meeting. The friendly fire didn’t help.

Zerzies: A character I played in a friend’s homebrew system. Absurdly high constitution and skill with magic. Stabbed to death (again) by a monster hoard in the final battle. Used his last moments to take the hoard out with him then turned into a tree. (It’s too complicated to explain).

 The only character to make it to the end was a little human warlock named Whit. The campaign I made Whit for had elements of survival horror. He had very low AC and DC and a nasty habit of picking up cursed objects and exploring caves filled with apex predators. Luckily, the rest of the party were much better equipped and helped him stay in one piece. At first, they just helped him because he was the only party member that could read the Cursed Text that would advance the plot. After many bonding moments, he became too beloved by the party members, random NPCs, and even some villains for them to let him die.

HELP ME YEET THE TITTIES I really hate doing this but after today's letdown, my options are either begging to strangers on the internet, or chugging vodka and doing garage surgery with a sword and hoping or the best. (Please laugh at the link title, I need humour in my life right now.) I'm dead serious when I say I will try to get them removed on or by 9/11 if I meet my goal so I can make the worlds shittiest joke when i wake up from surgery. (no guarantee but I WILL try)

a helmet i found that pissed me off until i saw the background

(3 hours later)

i’m so so in love with how this turned out ahhjjjhhhkkdlkdbdbbekqllqnq omg im having so much fun with this project

the king of cups stands for abundance, security, generosity, reliability, levelheadedness and tolerances. the coins (as well as the gold jewelery) stand for wealth (duh) and the way he holds them with one hand only and his face turned away symbolize the security and confidence he has in his power and how he knows his limitations, which is why he reaps the benefits and rewards for it, symbolized by the skull‘s star eye

reversed this card speaks about behaviors that might be self-destructive as well as controlling, dishonest and manipulative. he’s walking through wild blackberry vines which are persistent and thorny and hard to get rid off just like those qualities and the eyes staring at him and the gold he carries symbolize those things coming from outside until he‘s internalized them

the parade

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It's Technoblade Tuesday!

I believe in bearded human!Technoblade. He'd keep his long, pink hair, but there is gold streaking through large strands of it due to the events of the execution. He keeps the big scar on his head hidden under his hair.