i'm sure some fish would be easily tricked by bait but not me. i'm different. i know it's just a fake fish there they can't get me. haha wait do you see that worm over there
god I fuckign love ocs. my characters. my friend's characters. the characters of mutuals ive never spoken to. the characters of artists ive followed and maybe spoken to a little more. the characters of complete strangers I see in passing and think "aw that's cool". if you have ten fans I am one if you have one fan it is me etc etc. I love you
I want to play a soulslike where the horny undercurrent of the bosses' elaborate instant kill attacks gets less and less plausibly deniable as the game goes on. Like, in the opening hours there might be a boss who turns you to stone with lurid panning closeups of your character's expression of frozen horror or whatever, and then by the 50% mark you're running into fights with shit like a thirty-second cutscene where the boss inflates you big and round. It's critical that it never actually tips over into outright porn, so that I can play dumb and act like the people who've picked up on the horny vibe are reading too much into it.
Though the proverbial "showdown at high noon" is largely a media invention, many famous gunslingers of the American Old West did engage in formal duels at least occasionally. The main differences from the popular media version are twofold:
Formal duels were rare; most famous gunslingers duelled only once or twice in their entire careers, and a gunslinger with three or more duels under their belt would have been considered extraordinarily prolific (and also extraordinarily stupid – see below);
Those gunslingers who did duel typically made a point of accepting challenges only from opponents of demonstrably inferior skill; there was something of an unspoken agreement among prolific duellists to avoid duelling each other by any means necessary, as they knew the surest way to cut short one's career was to duel someone who actually knew what they were doing!
Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because some day I want to write a semi-competitive tabletop RPG where the player characters are all rival gunslingers living the high life on manufactured drama and exaggerated tales of their legendary prowess while going to elaborate lengths to avoid having to actually fight each other.
its so fucked up when kabru takes off his armour and he's literally in tan slacks, brown belt and a turtle neck. this motherfucker rocked up to the dungeon in business casual and you wonder why he's getting his gay ass killed every level
a while back i saw a picture @mllekurtz took in the gardens of Villa Taranto and really wanted to do a little study of it. then inserting everyone's favorite wizards into the potential picture was suggested, so naturally i no longer had any other choice but to go through with it. it truly looked like a dreamy garden somewhere in Exandria and the wizards fit in too well 🤌