"Dear Gm", A small letter to your GM
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Dear GM, recently you let us come across some Kobolds who had a very Hispanic way of life and were avid farmers. Who also where the only race able to craft Tequlia and various forms of it (The most dangerous one that nearly killed me was a the Black Worm Tequlia, which had the look of tar and about the same taste and knocked me out for a whole day leading to a very odd solo dream quest, but I digress). Speaking of, they like to party and listen to very... odd music all night long. The habit of also falling asleep where they stand when 12 o'clock struck on the clock was odd as well.
But none of this matters cause I want to know, right here right now, why the fuck the Dragonborn are french?
I mean, first the Dwarves where like southern Americans who enslaved Orcs and Goblins to do their work, which made ONE of our party members very uncomfortable.
Then the Elves were a very watered down version of the Greeks except tree huggers and more opening gay.
The Tigerman race was INCREDIBLY "Magical Realms" bordering, I swear to fuck you were going to introduce Panda bearbugs or something.
LET'S NOT FORGET THE GNOMES WHO WERE THE MOST ANNOYING SHITS IN THE WORLD AND WHEN WE RELEASED THAT PLAGUE ON THEM WE IT WAS FOR THE GOOD OF MANKIND AND YOU KNOW IT.
But to make the Dragonborn french? Why? Just, WHY? Gm, please, anything but that.
P.S. if I die and reincarnate as a Tigerman thing, I'm out. That's taking you magical realm to far.
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KANCOLLE CRAP RIDES AGAIN: THE QUESTENING
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ARCHIVES: Lol I dunno the tags are all fucked
Night is falling on Yokosuka as you stumble out of the administrative building, your shirt collar undone to admit the cool night air. You limp towards a bench – you forgot your cane again – and slump over it, hands braced on the backrest. Your lungs burn, like you just released a breath you didn't know you were holding, and your head feels like a boiler; pressurized and hot. The aftermath of the engagement is still jangling through you, but one prickly barbed thought rises above everything else.
[ ] BB-3. BB-4. Our own ships-!
[ ] I almost lost one of my girls. I almost lost Arizona.
[ ] I should've been there – not here, in an air-conditioned bunker, staring at screens.
[ ] Other?
Re: Lizard EX Quest 7
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The Rock of Everlasting Warmth is possibly the second best thing to ever happen to the world. The first thing being the sun, obviously. They both enabled basking in a way that borders on the criminal, you think to yourself, sitting on the RoEW. On day's where the sun couldn't appear it wa your rock, your foundation, and the only way to get a decent nap.
You recline on the rock in a basking positiong. Nearby a fingery one makes noises at you. Then they do it again. Ugh, will they shut up? Then they begin pushing and prodding you. Trying to get you to move. There should be a limit to how rude they can be.
Eyes open and teeth snapping you find yourself in a dark hut. Your older brother flinching away from your sleepy attack. Your fire stone is underneath you and sinfully warm. Older brother points at a pile of bird meat that your siblings are already picking at and wanders off. You suppose you can forgive him waking you up if it means you don't miss food.
Scratching idly you dig into the pile with your siblings. You've increased in size again. You're pretty close to the size you were when you died. Ah well, a new day dawns, oH CRAP THE SUN. It's shining in an open door nearby and you're very obviously late.
>It's a brand new day and the sun is high. (go bask)
>All the birds are singing and they're gonna die (go hunt)
>Actually, where in the chicken coop are you?
Endless Sky: Ace Combat Quest 26
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You are KARLA WEISS, a Belkan fighter pilot looking to carve your own place in the skies!
"Uncle? What are you doing here?" You ask in surprise as you hug him.
"What, I can't come by to visit my favorite niece?" He chuckles.
"I'm you're ONLY niece." You grunt.
"Exactly!" Uncle smiles and pats you on the back. "I've been keeping track of your exploits, but there's something I need to tell you, in private."
"Hey, Karla!" Lara waves at you from the other end of the hangar. "We're gonna go do some sightseeing! Wanna come with?"
>Go with your Uncle. Sounds pretty important.
>Go with your squadmates. It can wait for a bit.
Stealth in space is impossible, but -
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You don't need stealth when your ship uses an STL warp drive, which pops out of the warpbubble a nanosecond before the target registers you as a ship. The ensuring radiation will fry their tech, if not cook them alive, unless they have adequate radiation shielding.
Or, even better, if you have FTL warp drive (In my headcannon, impossible) or "Open rift into hyperspace/alternate dimension, pop out in realspace), unless the target has detectors in hyperspace relaying info back to realspace, you can fuck up a primitive or unprepared target by popping into existence, BLAM BLAM BLAM, and pop out.
Though I think gravity wells/roche limits will "pull" a warp ship/hyperspace ship into realspace. The bigger the well - Stellar or large planetary - the better the defenders can see you pop out, hauling towards the target, and fight back or / hyperspace detectors relaying info back to realspace, then it becomes even again.
But woo betole the fucking hoomins with spaceshuttles and NTRs'
Deus Machina Quest; Episode 5 - Sorrows in the Past (Final)
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"Fine then, if that's how it's going to be played," I raise a hand into the air. "We are the Usurper who seeks the Throne!" a celestial circle appears in the sky. Writings swirl around in ancient arabic. "We are that which purges the blight! Come forth, Divine Angel of White! Lend us your power! LUCIFEL!" the body transforms into pages. My 'partner' vanishes into thin air, assimilating into the cockpit of the Deus Machina. When I open my eyes, I'm there too - familiar controls all around me. "We're going to finish this in one round!"
"I don't believe you," she's back in her dancer clothes, straddling the 'front seat' that controls the magic to the godly machine.
"Hmph," I turn my attention from the Grimoire to the hulking monstrosity in front of me.
"Can you defeat me, Ms. Rosa?"
"That's the plan," the two of us stand off.
A thin-framed, rusted flying piece of junk Vs. the Usurper.
>Full out attack - no holding back.
>Fly further into the sky, you dominate up there.
>Teleport spam. Ranged attacks.
Infinity, the Skirmish Game!
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>Infinity is a 28mm skirmish game by Corvus Belli. Where everyone shoots everyone else, always, eternally, with the force of a 1000 suns!
>All the rules are for free. Buying the books is only relevant for fluff.
>Roleplaying game coming out spring 2015 by Modiphius based on their 2D20 system
http://pastebin.com/Hy9SRkmJ (embed) (embed) (embed)
>Also, the epic faction rundown.
>All Consolidated Rules