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obsessed with this genre of images

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Every time I drink out of my big water bottle with two hands I think of this jerma image and it keeps me hydrated

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What's special about Humans in this setting? (1d12)

They're the ugly ones that nothing finds attractive. All half-anythings in this setting assume goblins as the baseline, as there is no such thing as a half human.

They don't exist. Sometimes a hideous child will be born tall, chunky, with round ears, no fangs, no claws, non-refractive eyes, and hair only in stupid places that make no sense. The word for such children (hoomun) is ancient draconic for "ugly and unloved." Half-anythings are just kinda ugly by their race's standards.

They decended from the various ugly weaklings with no powers who arrived in this realm after being killed by monsters called "buses" in their home realm. First generation humans are ugly and stupid, completely unaware of anything at all. The third generation at least learn to smile and nod.

Halfings with giantism, prone to dying by heart-related complications after 30-40 years.

Goblins with giantism, prone to dying by heart-related complications after 30-30 years.

Ogres with dwarfism. Sure explains their looks, don't it?

Technically decended from the First People, the common ancesters of all peoples. Unfortunately, they are the direct lineage from the First People who were obsessed with "racial purity" and became modern, ugly, and stupid Humans, who famously have no powers or abilities and suck at everything.

They were made by mindflayers to create a helpless race of dumb idiots who still think and observe enough that they have something like a flavor, like a big mac for brain eaters.

They were the gods second OCs, created after their various demons and dragons and monsters were called Mary Sues. In response, they over-corrected by making a series of bland, boring losers with no powers and no personality traits that are still somehow the chosen ones in every prophecy.

They are the gods personal Blorbos, echoes taken from inspiring individuals across a million universes, stripped of everything that made the originals interesting and placed in the world as the gods pathetic wet meow-meows to gush over, despite the lack of anything appealing about them.

If any other race eats too much vanilla while pregnant, the resulting children morph into underwhelming and hideous monsters- humans.

Humans have mastered the evolutionary niche in fantasy society that no other race would dare touch, as Humans are the gods perfect interns.

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i dont even have guilty pleasures anymore i just like stuff and if people have a problem with that they can go fuck themselves

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salmon and gar funkel is what the guys who did bridge over troubled water would be called in the world where everyone has fish names

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the amongus crewmate really was a gift to humanity. the world had enough crudely drawn dicks on bathroom stall doors we needed another shape to instantly strike annoyance and discomfort in the viewer

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Tranquilized bear falls from tree at University of Colorado.

Photo by Andy Duann

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film lovers

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vote me for communist prime minister and I'll add 100 new emojis entirely of subantarctic seabirds.

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I was meant to be a character in a low budget horror movie in 2005 wearing a short sleeved shirt over a long sleeved shirt to signify to the audience that I am an enjoyer of music

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