As Elon Musk cements his place in history as a fascist tech overlord and the rest of the world looks at us in horror, I really do want to reiterate what I feel will be lost to the history books
Nearly everyone in america has thought and continues to think that Elon is very cringe.
It's funny that the way people know I'm really sick is if I take naps I can't nap casually both due to this and my inability to fall asleep before like 11 pm
So this was originally about Scream (1996) but uh. I watched Re-Animator (1985) yesterday so. New focus
(Also please be careful if you want to watch it there's a very awful and triggering scene that you should look into beforehand so you can skip/abstain from watching entirely)
What's a little murder without homoeroticism, and what's a little homoeroticism without murder?
wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry
Okay so I like DnD and yesterday my buddy and I got started on a backrooms themed campaign (I was allowed/supposed to be alone for this part so the other party members weren't necessary) and apparently I just picked every option that noped me the fuck out of danger every time.
The DM was trying to get me to open a hole in the floor to open the void (or level -1) and I just. Didn't.
They described an almond water cooler a little too suspiciously for my taste, so I skipped it and came to a fork in the endless hallways, where I heard a baby crying on my left and a woman screaming on my right, so I just went back to the water cooler.
After having my drink I went back to the fork, where both annoying human(?) noises had stopped so I just looked around and saw a door that ended up leading to a ladder and went up that for apparently 15 minutes before seeing another door that lead to a water cooler again and had another drink of almond water.
I returned to the ladder which seemed to distress the DM so I figured I was doing the right thing in player terms.
I eventually got to Level 1 and was told there was a water fountain a mile away, which my usually mathematically inclined DM estimated that I could make it in 10 minutes if I ran. Mind you a specific description of my character boils down to a mechanic that's built like a pole. I said fuck it and did a dead sprint, and about halfway there I saw a Hound that luckily didn't notice me and I got my drink.
Yeah I did the usual player thing of doing whatever the hell the DM didn't plan for.
Then at almost 10 AM I message my DM:
So yeah, one of my first DnD sessions went pretty good.
Here's a primarily visual guide on Things To Think About when you draw that white guy. And it's not even everything I know! And there's a lot of stuff I cut out! And it's just his head!
Study up, folks. This will be on the test.
Okay, I know I acted silly about this, but the fact that there is 1 singular year round roller skating rink in the city of Philadelphia home to 1.6 million people is kinda fucking horrifying when you think about the broader implications of it.
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