humans produce FAR to much mucus, to remedy this we’ve made a potion that replaces all your mucus with a pure element from the periodic table. Roll a d118, or roll a dexterity saving throw with disadvantage (your gross mucus gets in the way)

I say shit like "If my memory serves me" knowing damn well it serves the dark lord

what world do people imagine their fursonae exist inside of. I love how undefined it is. some people are like "this is my sona Hryàxe, a hybrid dragon with ice powers who has been alive through three astral ages and toppled many kingdoms of men" and someone else is like "this is my sona he's an arctic fox named blurt and hes a barista in Toronto who loves to play mahjong." And then blurt and hryàxe are lovingly having sex on a tropical beach somewhere. and I'm like how'd they get to the beach

"incurious" still GOAT insult. You could be better but you're not. You could learn but you won't, and for no good reason, just a base dispositional apathy. Get fucked

Let’s do a Wild Hunt larp where we kidnap Jeff Bezos and release him in the forest and then give all the larpers (who are amazon employees) weird masks and motorbikes painted to look like fucked up horses and wolves.

Somewhat disturbed at how fast this post started picking up notes.

don’t set out food if you don’t want us to eat

i love that i can’t write the word fuck on facebook without risking getting zucced and here I’m greeted everyday by posts like this

my only problem with this is that this sounds less like a larp and more like the actual Wild Hunt

Quality larps are as realistic as is practical.

Many jokes about packers flopping out and bouncing away and such but I still wasn't prepared for how genuinely disconcerting it is for a second when your brain has accepted this as Part Of Your Body & your thang fell off. My pebis

Every time I pull my pants down to go to the bathroom and watch My Penis go with them I have to like. Recalibrate

Enriched uranium sword with a lead sheathe that is rumored to slowly kill its owner in exchange for god killing power.

League of knights with similar blades all sheathe their weapons in the mechanisms of a dilapidated castle, their power bringing arcane mechanisms to life and unearthing secrets long buried and lost.

Two selfish combatants duel with these cursed blades, their final mighty clash laying waste to both warriors and their surroundings in an apocalyptic storm of divine fire that sees the land poisoned and cursed by the gods for decades.