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D and D Campaign StarterThis'll work for any humanoid, civilized races. It also works better with younger PC's.
You are near your hometown, a diverse little settlement, never growing in populace more than several hundred, but going back many, many generations, back to elves originally driven out by humans, in a field. You are enjoying yourselves, just being there, living. You are apprentices in your respective fields.
Suddenly, you feel the ground below you give, and you are falling
[PC's roll a reflex save against DC-15, losers role 1d8 damage, 3 and below are crippled in one leg, and move at ½ speed, 1s are crippled in both legs, and have a speed of 1, unless helped, which then moves at ½ speed. Winners take 1d4 damage]
[Winners] You manage to roll when you hit the ground absorbing the impact, but still hurt yourself a bit from the sheer height.
[Losers, 3/b] You manage to make a slightly soft landing, but you hear a crack, and a searing pain erupts from your leg. I
Fanon Backstory-Roland Wallace I'm a dead man.
I killed and have been killed,
They lured me in with promises of plasmids and money.My greed led me to agree and to become a tester.This cost me my life.
They took me through their facilities, to a sterilized room, where I was strapped to a table. They started telling me it was for safety, but I was starting to wonder who's safety it was for. The nurse pulled out an audio diary, to keep a record of results.
"Enrage plasmid test for Fontaine Industries," said
Books Books are like a portal. They take us to lands we have never known, and teach us lessons we have not learned. They bring us tales of adventure, and immerse us in our fantasies. Whether it's learning magic in a castle, or being chased in tunnels below London, it takes us away from normal life. Even amateur writers can take us to whimsical worlds, and introduce that could never happen, but many wish did. If many fictitious concepts were real, life would be much less boring, more than eating, working, and sleeping. Immersed in others imagination, we no longer have to worry about ourselves, our problems, our dangers, or our fears. We worry for someone we know is not real, and wish we were in their shoes, living their experiences, and living in their world. They are melded from our minds, for our minds. People, places, animals, and everything, formed as words, and best interpreted with words. Books are a getaway, a secret island, an isolated place were everything is as sim
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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