at least if corporations were going to invade every aspect of my being, give me a cybernetic tail. but no

“I told him it was over and he’s having a hard time accepting that”

for fucking REAL instead we’re in the worst cyberpunk dystopia I want a word with the author

I still dream about that sky.

I was sincerely hoping he tried that line in prison.

Your number got on a list. I had a time when I was *constantly* getting calls from this one obscure area code. I just kept adding them to a contact called Oubliette that I blocked everything on XD

Miss ya, Chuck! <3

People would always be like 'is that too hard?' when giving me massages and I'm like 'no fucking *murder me*'

This is making my inner city-planner game nerd twitch

We had Coyote Twitter once.

Oh yeah. One of our parties was essentially an RQ anti-undead kill team that she called up to deal with them.

We blew up one of the forges in the Shadowfell in an extremely cinematic way. It was one of the most satisfying moments of my DnD games, particularly because the DM didn't expect it.

Whipping up a batch of mashed hate-atos ahead of Hatesgiving.

A collaborative DnD homebrew, we stole the Warforged from Eberron but their creation involved intercepting souls of the dead and extracting the soul energy to power them. Only the process wasn't perfect and some had glimpses of their previous lives and/or went insane. Also the Raven Queen was PISSED

Honestly that's *usually* my reaction to the shots. This is the first time I've felt actually sick. But I woke up feeling much better, now just to the kinda sluggish, low-energy state I was expecting.