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We finally got to fight the big bad we’ve been chasing/dodging for two irl years, and… things were looking dire. The villain had our mage pinned to the floor and was actively attempting to disembowel him; our techie threw herself at the boss to try and save the guy — but got poisoned for her trouble, hit with an effect that had her hallucinating & unable to tell friend from foe, and our gunner couldn’t shoot the villain without potentially hitting (and killing) an ally.

….So it came to my character: a doctor who’s pretty much useless in combat. I’d already flubbed two separate rolls to shoot the villain in the face, and there’s not a single attack on my whole entire spell list…so instead I took out a spray bottle & spritzed the final boss as though she were a misbehaving pet?

…….which woke up our techie, which gave the mage enough leeway to free himself, which gave our gunner a window to fire his tank, which killed the villain and ended the fight.

I swear Im only halfway sure how I got here as a person, but APPARENTLY this is how we deal with murderous wannabe blood-gods now

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For a Gothic Horror Literature class at university level.

There was not a single person in that room under the age of 20. We were all adults, mere months away from graduating with our bachelor degrees, and this person felt comfortable trying to police us and the class contents like we were five.

Needless to say, we did not participate in a vote. Nor did the professor call her stupid to her face, no matter how much she might have wanted to. Instead, she invited anyone who felt uncomfortable to drop the class. Bafflingly, the student who complained didn't leave, but she made damn sure to let us know during every class discussion that she didn't agree with the morality of the texts.

And this wasn't recent. This was over 15 years ago, long before TikTok, so this was home-brewed idiocy likely strained through the puritanical discourse of some LiveJournal flamewar.

Basically, what I'm getting at is 'what's old is new again.'

So i got on ebay and found him

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

Just like the ant’s crisis at the circuitboard — it’s one thing to live on stale bread and hotdog water when that’s all you’ve ever known, but how do you go back after tasting the delights of a banquet? How do you make yourself content with crumbs once you’ve seen all the marvelous dishes you’re missing? How do you force yourself to face a future of food that fails to be even a pale facsimile of This?

To taste faerie food is to sample the Unimaginable — to glimpse an impossibly alien Way Of Being that is as terrific as it is terrible, as awful as it is awe-inspiring. Not one thing ‘despite’ the other — no, here Beauty and Horror are inexorably bound by because.

Once you’ve seen it, you can’t forget. Once you’ve touched it, you can’t let go. Once you’ve known it, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

they’re cool

they keep the monsters out

you can build them on jungle trees out of pretty jungle wood

they look fucking epic

good view

Allow me, your local dwarf advocate, a moment of your time to consider Caves

Dig'n'done

Lots of stone

Cold, damp, and cool lookin

Torches REALLY pop deep down

Like the Earth is giving your home a hug

It’s called Minecraft not Treecraft

Scenic view

Also out of reach of mobs

Can create a waterfall to go to and from

Can glide from the top to feel like a badass

Allows for surveying surroundings to find waypoints and check for safety

Acts as a beacon without using a beacon

Perfect view of clouds

•Dirt

•Grass sometimes

Elf

Dwarf

Human