Essential components of any fantasy rolepaying group:
The player who brings exactly the same swishy elf character to every table; 50% chance of wizard, 50% chance of bard, 100% chance of banging a dragon before the campaign is done.
The player who favours dwarves because they’re uncomfortable with speaking in character and dwarves aren’t expected to have personalities.
The player who thinks they’re cleverly subverting expectations by playing their halfling as a bloodthirsty, sexually promiscuous drug fiend, unaware that – thanks to players like them – literally 80% of all halfling player characters are like that.
The player who designs their character purely for novelty value – like, this time they’re a giant telepathic praying mantis, or whatever – yet inexplicably manages to have the deepest character arc out of anyone.
The player whose character’s stats honestly don’t matter because their real contribution to the party is being the only adult in the room.
More:
The perennial orc player who you’re pretty sure is using the game as a group therapy session to work through some sort of identity issue.
The player whose rogue’s complicated backstory and sinister secret
agenda never actually end up being relevant in play because they also
kept it a secret from the GM.
The player with a penchant for Lawful Goodish warrior types who thinks they’re the adult in the room, but really they just have a talent for making irresponsibly dangerous plans sound reasonable – even to themselves.
The player who insists on taking the most complicated race/class combo
the GM will allow, then later discovers that the reason they can’t hit
for shit is because they’re been rolling their attacks on a d12 all
night.
The player who rolls druids because they are a straight up furry.
• The player that plays as a dragonborn purely because they’re a scallie
• the player that plays as a dragonborn purely because they’re a scallie
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Im glad Thor Ragnarok is successful but the movie makes me deathly afraid because the sheer possibility that its gonna revive the 2012-2013 tumblr-hiddleson obsession fills me with a fear that can’t be explained and i dont think im strong enough to survive that again
the obsession with monsters in the sexual sense stems from the fact that they, deviating from human beauty standards, would be completely accepting (or neutral at most) towards our physical ‘flaws’ – so it would indeed be easier to buss it open for an 8 ft tall monstrosity with 10 eyes and 6 wings that looks nothing like you and therefore has no concrete understanding of why you’re so self-conscious about your jiggly thighs and big stomach around other humans
you really gotta be a fool to say tchaikovsky wasn’t gay. the man literally fired cannons in his 1812 overture, do you really think a straight man could achieve that drama? that panache? that power? grow up
My favorite thing about Dungeons & Dragons is how fucking quickly people become ride-or-die bitches with each other
no lie i had a campaign where I tried playing a really chaotic neutral “leave me alone” rouge and ended up attached at the hip to our monk who couldn’t roll higher than a natural 10 to literally save his life bc in our first encounter he called my character “a nice lass” and that was all it took
It honestly cracks me up when people compare Yuri and Victor to Shion and Nezumi from No. 6, because like
Victor & Yuri: “I love you so much and I believe in you and support you and let’s hold hands and cuddle with the dog and hug at the airport and then get married and skate in front of a crowd of people to show how in love we are.”
Nezumi & Shion: *crashing out of an exploding building in a car that’s on fire* “BEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”
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