2021.11.30 09:24 RPGScenery [OC] Mechanical Workshop Battlemap [Fov90][48x48]
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2021.11.30 09:24 Scary-Drink8659 Can hoopa beat mewtwo one on one? 🤔
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2021.11.30 09:24 bargledpants I gave Deltarune characters Skylanders elements
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2021.11.30 09:24 mangadrawing123 learn to draw (50) faces emotions - ref tiktok video: acting challenge
2021.11.30 09:24 Masie33 Look up
It's good for you. Not straight upwards, but a bit more up than down. It's known to help mentally and physically. It helps with neck pain and gives you a little feeling of power over time. It can be hard but in the end it's good for you.
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2021.11.30 09:24 Slight-Ad-1744 Fowl pox vaccine
My girls are around 6 months old now, I read the fowl pox vaccine should be given at 12-16 weeks, is it okay to vaccinate them when they're older?
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2021.11.30 09:24 Jaedanmc I'm confused
2021.11.30 09:24 seospider Diet Pepsi 50/cal a can?
Anyone know why Zoom classifies Diet Pepsi as having 50 calories? I just started and drink a lot of it. I know it isn't the healthiest thing in the world but thought it wasn't one of my biggest problems.
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2021.11.30 09:24 RompDaFomp There’s two sides to my cat Leopold
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2021.11.30 09:24 ACIM_FRP Lesson 334 Meditation
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2021.11.30 09:24 PensionAggravating73 Homebrew Magic Restrictions. Looking for Thoughts
I know I don't need to point out that magic is quite good to those on this subreddit. It is the do all swiss army knife solution to literally any problem in the game, from feeding a city, to defeating nefarious villains, to helping you nap better. For the average person in a D&D world, the question would be "why WOULDN'T I know magic?" Even if you have to sell your soul to get it, it really has very little downsides. Personally I think great power like that should come at a cost; I want people to ask "why WOULD I want to know magic?" So what do I propose as a way to bring the most impactful part of the game down a peg? Personally, I have been experimenting with using what I find to be one of the least impactful parts: exhaustion. I'm trying to come up with a quick and easy system to implement for magic being physically taxing to cast, while still being fun. It's a law of magic in my homebrew setting, something something mageocracy wars, something something gods cursed the land to ensure it never happens again. I am between spellcasters - both players and npcs obviously, having to either: roll a d10 after every cast, if you roll lower than or equal to the level of spell cast, you gain a level of exhaustion. Quick and easy to run at the table, there is always a chance to power through and avoid exerting yourself, and it elegantly shows that higher level magic is more physically taxing. I worry that this method could spiral out of control too quickly though and basically make magic a death wish. Which admittedly does achieve my worldbuilding desires, just maybe not my fun game desires. My other idea is rather than a d10, have casters make a con save, with the dc being 10+level of spell. This has the advantage of making a roll that casters are already quite familiar with, so no new dice or mechanics to keep track of. My worry hear is that I don't think this is limiting enough? With proficiency in con saves being a frequent priority for most casters, not to mention reroll features like Lucky, I feel like this system is little more than a slap on the wrist. By the time you can even cast 9th level spells, a dc19 save is not that unreasonable to make. Granted, resilient/lucky/portent/being a halfling/having a con score etc are all opportunity costs that not every character will be able to justify, but come on. I also experimented with just having everyone roll on the wild magic table, but that was really really dumb. The goal is to make players really think about the opportunity cost of liberal casting. That clutch spell that could save the day may come at the cost of you putting yourself out of the fight, or even dying. Might even encourage more frequent between-adventure downtime. So I am looking for some feedback. Would you as a player feel comfortable casting under these restrictions? Any suggestions? I will say up front that this is just a blanket nerf to all magic across the board, while also introducing a large degree of randomness. The spells are all at the same power level, just casting is a bit more risky, which I like. I think it's pointless to try to bring the non-magic capable up to the same level as magic; the martial classes are already capable of doing what they were designed to do well, however niche it may be. Plus, the inherent risk of being a sword guy now doesn't seem so unreasonable in a magic setting. Sword guy can sword all day, every day without getting tired. Other notes: Cantrips and rituals can be cast worry free with no chance of exhaustion. Magic items too (goes a long way in justifying their rarity/cost). I'm not that evil. Perhaps spells granted from race options and/or feats can be added here too, but I have not put too much thought into the implications there yet. Magic-adjacent class features like Wild Shape for example are fine too. Typically they use a limited resource and are less broadly applicable than spellcasting, though I suspect there are some outliers. Magically created food can prevent starvation, but not help remove exhaustion. My logic here is that if conjured items typically have no monetary value, conjured food should have no nutritional value. Plus magic food has serious worldbuilding implications I just didn't want to deal with. Goodberry is still a potent healing spell, but making 80 of them every night might not be the best idea anymore. Beyond staying alive, Create Food and Water would be little more than a fad diet for the rich and powerful. Innate spellcasting and psionics bypass the exhaustion mechanic. Certain monsters can cast more freely than players. Because monsters are scary. Sorcerers. Most agree they need help. In my setting sorcery comes from something innate, like a bloodline. As such, at 3rd level, sorcs get a new feature where using metamagic on a spell let's them bypass the exhaustion mechanic. Suddenly sorcerers feel like a much more valuable addition to the team without actually being any stronger than they currently are. Warlocks. I honestly have no idea what to do with them, I need some help here. With only two slots, and not being able cast at lower level, I really cant see why you would be a warlock. That does have the implication that people should value their soul a little more, but warlock is a very fun class that I want my players to play still. My thoughts include a feature that gives warlocks advantage on the exhaustion roll, but that makes warlock dips even better (pact slots only restriction maybe?), and/or an eldritch invocation that gives them advantage, but that just feels like a warlock tax. Perhaps their mystic arcanums can be cast freely, low level struggles for high level payoffs? Spells gained through invocations can be cast worry free? Maybe it's fine but I'd love to hear some thoughts on this. And yes, I do play and run other systems, particularly ones that don't have this problem. This idea is partially inspired by Call of Cthulhu, where using magic is often wildly impractical and detrimental, but sometimes worth it. I simply want to experiment with dnd 5e on this matter. Thanks for the read!
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2021.11.30 09:24 elvenmage966 when will mbappe start droping in price he is to expensive
2021.11.30 09:24 MaxMax99999 shitpost meme
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2021.11.30 09:24 PanningForSalt Revolution take 20 - where can I hear it??
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2021.11.30 09:24 Moonlight-Haunter The Life Lock
The streets are full of people. Voices, traffic, screams, murmurs, footsteps, horns. A cacophony of sounds invades each of the people walking from one side to the other. Those people who form a block, transporting which herd.
It is a weekday. Lunch time. The sun is high up and even in the middle of the city, with its buildings reaching up to the sky, its rays can be seen and felt. Or at least that's what I imagine.
I can't feel them. I don’t feel the sun, nor the wind, not even the mixed aromas of the different food places. My body doesn’t react to anything. For me, the world has become an eternal night. People are nothing more than shadows, blurred figures that pass from one side to the other without stopping to look. I cannot hear them, nor feel them, nor even recognize them. Their faces are a featureless blur. I can barely make out if they are human or not.
My life was not always like this. Before, I could see the world as it really was: colorful, bright, bustling. I used to hate weekdays, cities, crowds. I used to hate it because I could see every face, distinguish every scent, react to every sound, grow old with those I loved. I don't hate it anymore. Now I miss it.
It all started at a Halloween party. The last one I organized, last October. I had wanted to organize one for a long time, so I was doing it, excited, for months. I would invite all my friends, buy the best decorations, make the best meals. Everything would be perfect.
But it was not. Nothing was perfect.
A few weeks before the party, while looking for decorations on eBay, I found one in particular that caught my eye. They were two hands, open, bony and chilling. The object looked quite old and that gave it even more creepy vibes. I figured it would be perfect for the party, so I bought it. When it arrived, I didn't take it out of the package until the day of the party. I did the same with all the decorations, as I didn't want anyone to see them when they came home for other things. I wanted everything to be a surprise.
When the day finally came, I began to tidy up the whole house. In the front garden, I placed several hollowed pumpkins, with lights inside to greet the guests. I also placed a life-size skeleton by the door, so that it seemed that it was welcoming everyone, as a butler.
Small garlands of bats decorated the staircase. I hang plastic spider webs in the corners and lamps. Little ghosts, black cats and witches decorated the trays, plates and tables where food and drink will be displayed. In addition, I placed some pretty creepy decorations in various places around the house with the intention of scaring some of my friends. The stuffed spiders sticking out of the bathroom mirror were one of my favorites.
When I took the palms out of their box, I was amazed at how they looked. They were even creepier in person. They were made of a white material, similar to marble, just as cold and white, but not as hard. They were so detailed that veins, tendons and bones could be easily distinguished. The nails were long and sharp, just as white as the rest of the piece. The support on which they were leaning was made of dark and shiny wood. There was no inscription anywhere. No mark, not even a scratch. It was strange to see that they were so pristine but still looked so old.
I was observing them for several minutes, in wonder, until I decided to place them on a small table, near the entrance; next to a lamp that I had decorated with cobwebs.
Guests began arriving shortly after. All my friends were there and they showed up in the most varied costumes. I'd disguised myself as a vampire, with false teeth and all. The party was incredible; We drank, we played, we laughed. Everything seemed to be going wonderfully and I felt splendid to see my friends enjoying everything I had prepared. There were even some who were spooked by the decorations I had bought and arranged specifically for that, so I was proud as well.
The night progressed and some children rang the bell to receive their sweets. Little princesses and princes, werewolves, vampires, mummies and knights; everyone went through the door and received their candy. After midnight, when all the children had returned home, our party continued.
At one point, I was talking to one of my friends. I was leaning against the back of the sofa and my eyes drifted from her face to the hands. I didn't know why, but there was something about them that had been calling me all night, like they wanted my full attention. My eyes were fixed on the white palms, on the sharp nails, on the tendons molded in that strange material. The edges of my vision started to turn black, but I didn't feel bad. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off those hands.
The minutes seemed to turn into hours. All notion of time became useless in my brain. I didn't blink once while looking at them. My vision became increasingly black, the light went out, and my surroundings seemed to cease to exist. Eventually even the hands turned black and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was startled. There was a lot of light around me, such a contrast to the previous darkness that it made my head ache. I remember grabbing my head with both hands and closing my eyes tightly, trying to make the pain stop and the light to go out.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized that I was on a gurney. I looked around, finding one of my friends, sitting in a chair next to me.
"You passed out," he told me. His tone of voice was concerned. "We didn't know what had happened to you, it looked like you hit your head when you fell, so we called 911 and they brought you to the hospital."
I could hear his words, but their meaning eluded me slightly. Had I passed out looking at the palms? I wasn't sure what he was telling me. My friend also told me that I had been unconscious most of the day, that Halloween was over, and that visiting hours were about to finish, so he had to leave soon. After a moment, he said goodbye to me and left.
Moments later, a doctor approached me. I don't remember their face, nor their name. I don't even remember if it was a man or a woman. Everything was blurry. What I do remember is that they informed me that I had suffered a small decompensation, but that the blow had not been strong and that I would soon be able to return home.
I was in the hospital until the next morning. During the night they did more studies on me and let me go with the recommendation that I not make too much effort in the next few days.
When I returned home, most of the decorations had been removed and traces of the party cleaned up. I silently thanked my friends for doing this and made a mental note to thank them the next time I saw them.
I finished arranging the things that had been left out during the day, trying not to strain myself as the doctor had said. For some reason, I didn't get close to the hands until late at night. There was something inside me that prevented me from going to the place where they were. But eventually I had to get closer, and then my heart raced at what I saw.
The palms, once open, as if welcoming, were now closed. It seemed as if they were trying to contain something. As if they caught something and didn't want to let it go. I touched them, trying to test if they moved, because maybe one of my friends had left them that way, but they were as firm as before. It was impossible to move them. I did not understand what was happening at the time. I'm still not sure I know what's going on now, but over time I discovered that this was not just a decoration.
I tried to put them in the box they came in, but no matter how much I put them in there, they would return to their place on the table. At first I thought I was just confused, that I had only intended to put them away and then I hadn't. But as the days passed, that was not the case: I tried to put them in the box, hide them, get them out of the house... and they returned to their place. Over and over.
But that was not the only change. As the days passed, as the hands continued to slip away, I began to notice changes in myself. In my body, in my thoughts, in the way I saw and felt the world.
The first thing I felt was the sensation of being watched. No matter where I went, the feeling was always there. At home, at work, in the car. I turned over and over again, trying to find who was following me and watching, but there was never anyone. At first I thought it was just the feeling, that it was surely my imagination for everything that had happened in the last few days.
But then I began to feel a compression in my chest. As if my rib cage was being squeezed. At times it was difficult for me to breathe, and at others I felt like I was in a very small room even when I was outdoors.
I went back to the hospital, but no one could find any problems. They attributed it to stress and let me go home. But my house had become a torture, because the hands were still there; closed, as if they wanted to keep me contained, oppressed.
The darkness was what followed. With each new day, it seemed as if the sun became less bright, as if a twilight invaded everything. At first I thought it would be a sign that winter was approaching, but then I realized that even at noon, with the sun high, the world seemed dark. Everything around me began not only to darken but also to blur. Things stopped having distinguishable edges. It was as if I was looking behind a curtain of water all the time.
Once again, I headed to the hospital, believing that perhaps something was wrong with my eyesight. But again, no one could find anything. Everything was perfect. My body was perfect.
And still, I could feel everything getting worse and worse.
I started to get hungry all the time. No matter what I ate, I was never satisfied. The same thing happened with the drink. My throat felt dry the whole time I was awake, and no matter what I took, I still had that intense thirst.
Eventually, I couldn't take anything. Not food, not water. Nothing.
I also stopped being able to sleep. No matter how much I laid down, closed my eyes, the dream didn’t come. It never came. But neither did fatigue.
I knew that something beyond reason was invading me and I was sure it had to do with those damn hands, so I tried my best to get rid of them. I threw them in the trash, tried to break them, threw them across the street, from the roof. I went to the river and threw them into its depths.
But they always came back. To that little table, next to the lamp. They had not changed since the incident, they were still closed and I convinced myself that what they were containing was my own life, as if they wanted to protect it from something... or someone.
The feeling of being watched never went away. In fact, like all other symptoms, it got worse. The pressure on my chest is still there and sometimes I can swear someone is watching me. It is no longer just the feeling. When I turn around, I can see a strange shadow behind me. The shadow of a woman... or so it seems.
She watches me, she chases me. I don't know who she is, or what she wants. The sensations are strange at this point. I don't even know how much time has passed since the Halloween party, I have no idea when the days change, because for me the world is dark all the time.
I can no longer distinguish people and, as I look at the bustle of the street, standing here in the middle of it, I think about everything that has happened.
People pass me, as if they can't see me either. I don't know how they look at me, because their eyes are blurry points on an even more blurred face: they have no features, I can barely distinguish skin from hair or clothes. And she's there, behind me, watching me.
I decide to start running. I have tried this before and it has not worked, but I decide to try one more time.
I run. I run to the river, to the ravine. She follows me closely; I can feel her. Even though the whole world is blurry, she appears to be sharp, as if she is the only thing in the world that matters. I keep running until I jump into the water. I don't need to take a breath, because I’m sure that I have also stopped breathing at some point, just as I have stopped eating and sleeping.
The bottom of the river is covered with rocks and, despite hitting my head, I remain conscious. No blood comes out of the wound. I can't die. And she watches me, furious. How dare I escape from her? No one escapes from her. And that angers her even more.
I don't know how I know this. I just know. The hands continue to hold something, trapping— but perhaps they are protecting. Maybe they are protecting me. And that's what makes her so mad.
I don't know how many hours pass until I get out of the river. I'm soaked and even though it's already nighttime, I don't feel cold. As always, hunger and thirst settle in my body, but I don't even try to calm them. I know how it would end. I can't eat or drink, what's the point of trying?
I walk to my house. And she follows me. She always follows me. She seems to be more furious now. Maybe watching me challenge her in the river made it worse. I don't know and I don't want to find out either. When I get home, I go straight to the hands. They remain the same, closed. I gently touch the cool white surface. I look everywhere. She is on the other side of the door.
The hours go by and neither of us moves. I look at the hands and something whispers to me. They speak a strange language but I can still understand it:
"We have your life; it belongs to us." The whisper seems like hundreds of voices speaking at the same time. The voices of the hands. "She can't touch you, she’ll never be able to do it."
"Who is she?" I ask, but nobody answers.
I look towards the door. She is there, on the other side. She screams, more furious than ever. The door is slammed open and I see it: the darkest of the figures, the sharpest of all. Untouchable, embracing. A force impossible to stop, but she somehow cannot touch me. She screams again. I cover my ears with my hands.
She looks at the hands, perhaps realizing what is happening. I take several steps back, to get away. The voices keep whispering that I am theirs, that my life belongs to them, that they are protecting me so that she cannot touch me. And she's furious that my life should have been hers that day, at the Halloween party, when my head hit the ground.
The hands move. The movement looks like something out of a stop motion movie. Small, slowly, as if displaced from time. My heart races. For a moment I think that the hands will open, going to their original position and freeing me for her to take me. But no. The palms close even more. The pressure in my chest increases. The darkness deepens. The feeling of being trapped is greater, but she becomes even angrier. The hands continue to protect me and they don't want to let me go.
I put a hand in my chest and open my mouth like a fish out of water, trying to breathe harder. Pure survival instinct. Only when I look up and see the blurry, dark world around me do I remember that I don't need to breathe, that I won't die even if I stop.
I smile. She tries to hold the hands, make the palms open, but she can't. The whispers keep saying that my life belongs to them. And she screams that it should be hers.
A fight of wills takes place in front of my misty eyes. She wants to take me; the hands won't let go of me. She screams, the hands whisper. And my life is in between. My life that has become a specter of what it was. Am I still living in spite of everything? Can I call this life? I don’t know. I don't want to ask or think about it too much.
The darkness grows and then she screams louder than ever before. Everything turns dark and I am not sure if I have lost consciousness or just vision.
An infinite moment passes. Minutes, hours, days. Maybe years. I have no idea.
When the absolute darkness disappears, I am still at home. The hands are as always, closed. The day is dark and the world is blurry.
She is gone.
"Your life belongs to us, forever," say the whispers.
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2021.11.30 09:24 01BTC10 Sametnangshee Boutique has one of the most scenic restaurant in Thailand!
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