Plaid DM: random stuff

I am rewatching the spider-man movies with Tony atm. And boy the coincidence is uncanny. He happens know the Green goblin and Doc Oc personally, he happens to be at all the events his villains attack, hell his docter happens to know his colledge professor. That stuff does not happen in a city like NY.

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and nunchucks

Elves = twinks = low tollerance

Instead, get each player to tell you the god their character follows, then roll a d6 behind the screen.

6: Their god is real, and as powerful as they believe it to be; maybe they even listen to prayers; maybe they even care. Maybe they care more about if your shellfish wear mixed fabrics.

5: It's a real entity, but whose power is exaggerated - like as a river spirit, but they're worshipped thousands of miles away from it for prayers their expertise with rivers leaves them woefully unprepared to answer

4: It's a powerful demon or dragon or monster of some kind which has tricked people into worshipping it - sure it's powerful, but that power is entirely self-serving, it couldn't answer your prayers if it wanted to

3: It's a person who, through real power, political influence or just straight up charisma, has tricked people into worshipping them, or through a series of misunderstandings has been mistaken for a god against their will

2: It was a long-dead person whose legacy has passed into legend - they may once have been a 3, or they may just have been famous in their life and not seen as godly until long after their death

1: Just a wholesale myth with no basis in reality. Maybe your god started off as a cautionary tale a mother made up to stop her children sucking their thumbs and over the retellings the whole "god of war" thing just sort of happened because of the massive scissors, and now the scissors are gone and all that's left is battlefield chants.

❋ * 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 * ❋ in love & leaves

1. how many forests have we burned through just to find each other again? 2. the harvest moon knew all my secrets 3. every October feels like a haunted house of my own making 4. every path led me deeper into you 5. when trouble comes, I’ll meet you at the edge of the woods 6. too restless for roots, too tender for leaving 7. lantern light lingered on your gaze 8. the jackal moon knows our faces in every life 9. a ghost story written in candle smoke 10. I swore I’d only haunt myself, but then I found you 11. whiskey-stained postcards from a town with no name 12. I no longer reside in the wreckage of you 13. not Halloween, but you haunt me in every windowpane !4. the smallest charms—dried apples, pressed leaves, tiny anchors 15. I never feared the dark with your hand in mine 16. cigarette smoke and cider lips 17. and I loved fall because I love you 18. haunted only by the thought of losing you 19. a constellation drawn in fallen leaves 20. jack-o-lantern hearts flickering on the porch 21. spilling out like mulled wine over the edge of October nights 22. flannel against my skin, smoke against my lungs, you against my heart 23. I would never dare pluck another bloom—October gave me you 24. I’ve seen this block before, but never this golden light in it 25. my devotion spilled out like cider from an overfilled glass 26. love tastes of cinnamon, but the aftertaste is always smoke 27. I soaked you in, like whiskey warming the chest 28. nothing to do but laugh, nothing to do but fall 29. bare branches etched your silhouette against the sky 30. you were the whole horizon to me 31. my world, my love, my october

I have no impact craters or corrosion As long as I cover them up with loose sand

No pain, no emotion As long as no one knows, understands

❋ * 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 * ❋ in love & leaves

1. how many forests have we burned through just to find each other again? 2. the harvest moon knew all my secrets 3. every October feels like a haunted house of my own making 4. every path led me deeper into you 5. when trouble comes, I’ll meet you at the edge of the woods 6. too restless for roots, too tender for leaving 7. lantern light lingered on your gaze 8. the jackal moon knows our faces in every life 9. a ghost story written in candle smoke 10. I swore I’d only haunt myself, but then I found you 11. whiskey-stained postcards from a town with no name 12. I no longer reside in the wreckage of you 13. not Halloween, but you haunt me in every windowpane !4. the smallest charms—dried apples, pressed leaves, tiny anchors 15. I never feared the dark with your hand in mine 16. cigarette smoke and cider lips 17. and I loved fall because I love you 18. haunted only by the thought of losing you 19. a constellation drawn in fallen leaves 20. jack-o-lantern hearts flickering on the porch 21. spilling out like mulled wine over the edge of October nights 22. flannel against my skin, smoke against my lungs, you against my heart 23. I would never dare pluck another bloom—October gave me you 24. I’ve seen this block before, but never this golden light in it 25. my devotion spilled out like cider from an overfilled glass 26. love tastes of cinnamon, but the aftertaste is always smoke 27. I soaked you in, like whiskey warming the chest 28. nothing to do but laugh, nothing to do but fall 29. bare branches etched your silhouette against the sky 30. you were the whole horizon to me 31. my world, my love, my october

When I eat, I ravage Bloody meat, like a savage And nothing can stop me

When I drink, I gulp down Poisonous tings, in foaming dark brown And nothing can stop me

When I fuck, it is with lust Can't feel the luck, only the thrust And nothing can stop me

When I kill, its with joy a little blood spill, my favorite toy And nothing can stop me

Into the Cess and Citadel by Feral Indie Studio