Alex

My Spam list of Friends: LIST YOURS AS WELL!

Kill Bones said
Time to check my privilege

who r u

My Spam list of Friends: LIST YOURS AS WELL!

PrimezTime said
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My Spam list of Friends: LIST YOURS AS WELL!

I only made three lists?
Time to complain generically about my fading popularity without doing anything to remedy it.

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Edit:

I'll make a list anyways;

People I like:
Scribz
Turt,
BlueRose
Sophi,
Alphakoka
Borov
Doivid
Elendra
Seba
Giannine
Reonen
Sobamushi
mahz
Jorick
Hank
Xiga
Sole
Sukisho
Riga
Toellner
Axl
Contra
Ultimate
Azarthes
HeySeuss
Ava
Aly
Ace
ThatHarshReply
UniB
Asuras
Myyt
Guru
Omega

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People who have the privilege of being seen positively by me:
Gat
^76^
Baker
Rilla
Donovan
Squee
Card
Zed
Griever
Kill Bones
Nargle/Smiral
Beatrix
Taaj
TP
Primez
Kadeaux

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People I want to mention:
Nex
Natsume
mdk
Drakel
Awson
Slingshot
Ender
Aussie
also everyone else who is complaining about not being on a list can pretend they're here too. ur all a special to me

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People that think too highly of themselves (non-exhaustive):
Me

Technology of any kind hates me

The Nexerus said
Thanks, Sora.Can't even make it to the first moment of interactivity.

No problem.

Technology of any kind hates me

Describe Hank in one word

Examples: Willful

[DungeonWorld] Rhone - Faes, Halflings, and Elves OH MY!~

As the group ventured into the forest, Gwenaël kept his eyes open for a trail, but found none. If the goblins were nearby, they were hiding very skillfully. His bird flew nervously overhead as the group made their way into the tainted forest, preferring to stay above the cloud of dread that clung to the trees. "I've a bad feeling about this," the ranger muttered to no one in particular.

What does your Avatar say about you?

that i'm rather lazy

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

The Hunt for Diana

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Mathew’s gut had been twisted in a nervous knot the entire voyage over the Blood Sea. He felt naked being around so few people; he enjoyed the omnipresent tug the presence of other consciousnesses provided. Being around only one ship’s worth of people had unnerved him, and the churning, bloody waters had done nothing to help him. He couldn’t blame his anxiety solely on that, however. A small kernel of stress has been building in him since he had heard where they would be headed.

The Free Holds, he had thought to himself, why couldn’t they just stay away? He had not lived so for east as Southblood before he had joined the Queen’s Guard, but that brought him no peace of mind. He had spent his entire life in the Free Holds as a slave, and had only recently began learning how to be “free”; now he was heading back, where he had been felt like little more than cattle. Mathew had tried convincing and reasoning with himself that his worrying was pointless, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiety.

As the ship pulled in to port, the familiar sounds, smells and sights flooded his senses, bringing back memories both bad and good. Mathew forced himself to adopt his façade as the sailors worked on the moorings; the whore’s mask came easily to him as he felt the faint pinpricks of foreign consciousness on the surface of his mind. The comfort the city’s denizen’s presence brought him enough resolve to go on without complaint.

Leaving the ship and traversing the city’s docks and winding streets, Mathew noticed his surroundings; ale and whore houses peaked between seaside merchants’ stalls. He spied a vulgarly garbed girl leading a drunken sailor down an alley, leading him either to her room or to some armed friends. I guess I’m home, he thought, forcing his stress down into his subconscious.

“I know my way around, I can take us to the inn if you life”, Nadira said, leading them down the winding streets. Mathew simply nodded. Off to his side, he heard Trom, “Sure, that seems best. Lead on, oh beauteous guide.” Mathew took stock of the three companions; all had nearly a decade’s experience on him. The mage, the con, and the pirate. And the whore. Mathew smiled. We’re a curious group if ever there were one.

Just then, the blood mage produced a note of some sort from a pocket. Mathew couldn’t think of who the note was from - would this be a trap? Both the con and the pirate spoke their intentions to follow Nadira. Unless he was willing to go off on his own (he wasn’t), he had no choice. “To the weaver’s shop, then! The clothes they provided are a size too large on me, in any case.” he said, forcing gaiety into his tone, moving in behind them as they went east towards this mysterious weaver.

[DungeonWorld] Rhone - Faes, Halflings, and Elves OH MY!~

Messed up, should be 2d6+0 not +1, but that's still an 8

How far are the billows of red smoke from the forest's edge? Is there any kind of trail of scouts/forward screens we could use to track them back to their camp more safely?

also i'm questioning why I chose -1 WIS when that's what I'm tracking with
whoops ;D