So I came home from work today and there was a kindle addressed to me that I did not remember ordering. I spent the afternoon trying to figure out how I accidentally purchased a kindle from Amazon, and when I came back from hanging out with Catherine, I told my parents, guys, you will not believe what I accidentally ordered for myself.
“Huh,” said Dad very casually. “Did you get charged for it?”
I spent the next five minutes checking my bank account and came back into the living room to announce, “No, I didn’t. Do you think it’s a mistake? But it has my name on it! what does this mean”
It was around the time that I started to sound panicked that Dad confessed to buying it for me (“I didn’t realize the mystery of it would be so terrifying”). Which was very, very sweet and slightly unfortunate because yesterday I purchased a replacement kindle for myself.
So anyway, we now have a family kindle
Me and Mom were talking about the kindle this morning, and she told me about how a few weeks ago, she got into her car only to discover that it had been mysteriously cleaned.
“But who would do this?” she said to my father who said he was sure he had no idea. “A student? A stranger? Someone who broke into my car to steal it but felt bad about how dirty it was? WHO??”
Eventually Dad was like, “Honey. It was clearly me.”
Poor Dad just wants to be a man who expresses his love through silent actions, but his family consists of panicked, suspicious women who apparently are very sure that strangers will ominously do nice things for us
isn’t it weird that our son marty looks like that guy marty we both knew that went through a lot of trouble to hook us up for what appeared to be no personal gain whatsoever and who said all those weird things to us about us having kids together and isn’t it weird that he has a jacket that looks like that weird jacket that guy marty had that was very memorable in 1955 and isn’t it weird how how our son marty is friends with the same eccentric scientist as the eccentric scientist that that guy marty we knew was friends with whose house i went to once and isn’t it weird that we never saw that guy marty again after we got together
look at these buns
if i didnt have depression no one could fucking stop me. i only have depression because otherwise im too powerful
(Caption:
“It says ‘hotboy’!”
“[Various calls of ‘hotboy’, paced like the seagulls in Finding Nemo saying ‘mine’]” )
My super advanced mapmaking technique - a handful of dice makes the map nice
interesting method
My question is do the die affect topography any or just set the borders?
I imagine it’s up to the person making the map. But maybe the more dice in a single spot, the more mountainous or forested the area. Maybe choose a few dice to be deemed cities, and some dice for ruins.
Maybe let the dice choose, like a nat 20 would be the world capital, and 10’s would be mountains or something like that.
1-5: Plains and fields
6-8: Forests
9-11: Mountains
12-14: Tundras and snow covered lands
15-17: Farms and towns
18-19: Larger cities
20: Capitals and castles
what would happing if all the dice landed on a 20?
then you have a very busy continent
This idea is genius
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This man is my hero.
He’s like a Monty Python character.
He paved the way for future trolls and I fear that most of us have not lived up to the standards he set.