So I roll the last one - and pass. Stabilized, I'm just unconscious.
Yjsvar Zhelezovich lives to fight another day.
And is dreaming of the bigger bombs he should bring next time.
Everyone else at the table is trying to bargain for some way they could make their way back around, some trick - they're trying to stop me from rolling the last one;
but again, very Russian. THIS would be fitting, too. Marked by an adversary on this scale as "Potentially dangerous. Worth killing."
I am, after the game's nonsense, on 5 hp, and this downs me.
And we've split the party, the only person who could help me is *also* under the effects of Hold Person, and can do nothing but watch my blood pour out on his hand.
So I start doing saving throws.
2 success. 2 fails.
Two failed saving throws later, and we're both still there, half-raised in a crouch to run, as the Hold Persons do their thing.
It says to me, conversationally, "You know, that very nearly hurt."
And then it takes my comrade's frozen hand and runs me through with his rapier, and leaves.
I was ready to die in the blast - this character is very Russian, it would be a fitting way for him to go.
He survived - because this thing's whole deal, WE NOW KNOW, is absorbing & redirecting energy.
So my comrade and I look up from the floor where we've ducked and covered to see it approaching.
"I've got no weapons that can kill this thing, but if it was imprisoned here, that was for a reason, this is a place that could hold it, so how about I try to drop the fucking ceiling on it."
Because he'd described, in the small room off of the kitchens, barrels and barrels of flour.
And my fighter needed them.
To make a fuel air bomb.
Playing a fighter in a friend's campaign - who is, size and skills notwithstanding, an academic, and someone from a culture that drills things like mine safety.
So, when faced with finding out that the NPC we found in the dungeon is an elder thing we accidentally released?
I ran to the pantry.
Trofim Lysenko died more than a year before I was born, but he still makes me irrationally angry.
He was one of the most evil men to exist.
Look, his parents sent him to school with the name "Chris P Cocks," they did the best they could to stop him early.
Pretty sure it was this *specific* scene.
"I bet you're wondering whether to kiss me or kill me."
"I'm a black widow spider, you idiot. I can do both."
When did your obsession with hot toxic women begin?
Especially because I can do this with them.
Hard choice between Potatoes, Cheese, and Onions.
AI is bad at consistent small details. There's a piece of red tape or a dropped tag you can see on the floor in front of a white sweater with a tree on it; it's there in the distance in the first shot, then on the floor next to it in another shot from another angle.
I say real.
this is a
. . .
cardinal sin.
trump saw how much you guys loved Big Boat Stuck and tried to join in by doing All Boats Stuck and now suddenly its not funny anymore? make up your minds
White people are astounded by Birmingham.
Black people aren't.
White people are endlessly demanding to be reassured that Birmingham is really on Mars.
They don't want to believe, still less to act on the belief,
that what is happening in Birmingham is happening all over the country.
James Baldwin
A good reminder.
thread.
Anyone writing MilSF:
As fragile as the life supporting infrastructure around the Persian Gulf is, it's orders of magnitude more durable than *any* off-Earth habitation would be.
One of the things I really appreciated about moving west is that, out here?
Nobody takes climate change deniers seriously. Water is politics. The arguments are about how to react, not whether its happening.
Beyond that, something like 80% of that water winds up being for agriculture.
Kansas. Nebraska. Oklahoma. The breadbasket of the world, to say nothing of California agriculture.
The US produces almost 17% of the world's grain. 33% of its corn, 28% of its soybeans, 6% of its wheat.
Itβs crystal clear now that Trump has lost control of this war. He badly misjudged Iranβs ability to retaliate. The region is on fire.
1/ Iβm going to explain to you in thisπ§΅what Iβve learned - in part from closed door briefings - about the four biggest current crises.
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The Colorado, Arkansas, Rio Grande, and Platte all flow out of our mountains. They all depend on us having snow.
Vegas, Phoenix, and LA? Those cities can't exist without the Colorado River.
Witchita, Tulsa, and Little Rock depend on the Arkansas.
I've been wearing shorts for a month.
19 states rely on our snowmelt for their drinking water.
We're currently at a 40-year low in snowpack.
Two years ago today πΏ
This is how itβs supposed to look here now. It does not. We are in the most severe drought and record breaking heat for this time of year.
Nothing in my body works right above 65.
My last relationship was with a tropical person, and... I think it's just obvious that y'all are solar powered, and I'm running on internal combustion.
We're not liars, it's just hard for us to imagine "cold" as a bad feeling.
Like, obviously Cold is the good end of the scale, Hot is the bad one.