back when the tumbeasts roamed the lands.been here for a while. links havent been updated in many years. Fruit Gang: Avocado. URL comes from a nickname in college.
One thing I love about the way Sam plays is he’s not precious about his characters. He does what’s right for the story and for his character regardless of whether or not that puts his ability to continue with that character at risk.
So many DnD players are so hesitant to play their back up characters but Sam isn’t making choices out of a sense of character preservation unless that’s what makes sense for the character. So often adventurers set off to be legendary heroes and to some extent a martyr complex has to go with that.
The thing is that very few people are willing to lean into it because it’s so hard to let go of something you’ve put so much time and effort into. Sam is the kind of person to roll with it and sometimes even enjoy it, though I don’t know that that was the case this week. He likes to tell a story with more consequences than some of the others. It’s why he never used halfling luck, it’s why he he gives most of his characters families and something to lose. For Sam, the consequences make the game which makes him the perfect player for a late game (probably permanent) death. It’s what the story called for and Sam is the perfect player to field that kind of complication.
i do think the funniest thing sam could do right now, however, would be to simply have taryon gary darrington himself show up and make everyone yell at him again.
you know those hyper specific candles that are like "the smell of grandmother's kitchen when you are a wee child and the innocence of youth hasn't shattered yet" and you go yes, candle, you are correct.
I just made chamomile tea with echinacea extract for my cold and took a whiff and my brain immediately transported me to "the smell of being in Grade 4 and reading a Dear Canada book for your spring book report that you definitely forgot about until the week it is due."
Do you ever like physically feel yourself pass your mental breaking point and then all you can think is “oh these next few days are going to be interesting”
I finished my rewatch/relisten of the Vox Machina campaign in mid-December (although I recently re-embarked on the second half of the Chroma Conclave arc hoping season 3 of TLVOM will be announced (released?? 🤞) by the time I reach "A Bard's Lament"). Predictably, I bawled, AGAIN, but by then I'd already been scribbling and sketching ideas for this for... a couple of weeks? Hence the little WIP preview last month.
I'll never shut up about this moment. It's just as beautiful as it's heartbreaking, in- and off-game, especially taking into account all the context of characters/people involved.
Also, bonus, because after I finished sketching that 6th frame I thought a hug was needed.
never tempt the superstitions of theatre. the old gods will hear and they will laugh. "they play that goes wrong?" they ask, "well if you insist". And they will smite down upon ye with the fates that hath been spoken into existence. The mortals, stuck in their hubris, fly too close to the sun. icarus, wings burning as he plummets to the earth wondering why he thought he could best the powers bigger than he. We spoke the words, the script, hath it mistakingly transformed to the scottish play? is this the ghost of banquo i see before me? We make offerings to the Ghost Light. We ask for forgiveness, we are nine days from opening.
oh i have adulted so hard today. too much adulting lately overall.
I stood in the bank today doing responsible money things between 3 different professional interactions and had the thought of 'there's people who have this much executive function... all the time'
and that is just wild to me. i am exhausted. my adhd is screaming at me and i can't stop this train or it will never start again. i'm on a three week countdown to when i can stop being competent and hermit again
its wild how in the span of 24 hours i can go from feeling rejuvenated, having the best times with friends, to feeling like an absolute incompetent fool who shouldn't function as an independent adult.