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just got this achievement

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stop what you’re doing and watch this

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I found a VHS tape at the junk store, labeled just “A Surprise!”. Since I’d recently set up my VCR and old 80s TV, I thought I should check it out.

Just… just watch. 

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nine sols is so wild. you are a three foot tall catboy. you have to smoke a fat one to heal. all the main bosses are your former coworkers. humans are livestock. a guy calls you pet names while torturing you. you have to repeatedly feed a different guy poison to save his life. someone is winnie the pooh style naked the entire game and this is never commented on. people turn into flowers when they die. some of the enemies are robots and when you hit them they bleed. there's an entire area dedicated to making freaky meat babies that cannot be killed through normal means. they grow fish corn in the greenhouse. the final boss is an old woman with more health than god. your best friend has a crush on the guy who tortured you. lao tzu is there and he's also a catboy.

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question what the tv tells you, question what a pop star sells you, question mom and question dad, question good and question bad

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Watching Przewalski's horses run free on the Kazakhstan steppe for the first time in 200 years

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So y’all know the classic edge trope of “my blade cannot be sheathed until it has tasted blood”? What if a magic sword that has that requirement, except it’s sort of inverted. A sword that, instead of being inhabited by an evil spirit which once awakened cannot be lulled back to sleep except by blood sacrifice, was inhabited by a benevolent spirit who would not allow the sword to be drawn unless bloodshed were the only possible solution. A sword whose power could never be misused because it would only allow itself to be used in situations where it was justified. What about a Paladin who spends their entire journey fighting with a sheathed sword, incapacitating but never killing or maiming. The party believes that the Paladin has taken an oath of no killing, until they face the big villain. And it is in that moment, and that moment alone, that the sword will allow itself to be drawn.

Idk, this image set my mindwheels a-turning.

But do y’all see the vision?

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truly

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2025 New Year🎉🐍

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how to grow the fuck up

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also, i know this might sound corny but like.... please be nice to other people online. not even trying to say this in a like a, 'oh because you never know what they might be going throughhhh' kind of way just like. be nice man. stop hate following along with things. be more patient with strangers. stop trying to get off cunty one liners for your five seconds of smirking like a dreamworks poster protag.

ive said it before but as a tool and a 'place', i really love the internet, genuinely. i dont like the resignation that it has to be, and stay, a place thats full of misery and fighting. ive met a lot of really wonderful people here, and i think we could all have a nice time together if everyone did their part to make it so that was possible. im not speaking down to you as someone whos never made these mistakes, im asking as someone whos also made them alongside you.

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Despite most of the occupants of New Kunlun being asleep, there does still seem to be a day-night cycle that the ship runs through, mostly denoted by the dimming and brightening of the overhead lights ever twelve hours or so. The Four Seasons Pavillion - when Shuanshuan is not messing with it - syncs up along with it.

That’s how Yi knows it’s night time when he stumbles through the doors, away from the building and the safe space he’s carved out, and into the hallway.

The doors are barely closed behind him when he falls to his knees.

He doesn’t bother to cover his mouth as he coughs, his throat tearing and his lungs spasming. He can feel it, the foreign entity that shouldn’t be there. Feels as something tears and rises through his throat. In mucus and blood, it falls from his mouth to the cold floor beneath him. Yi breathes in. His lungs shake and rattle. A few more coughs, though far less dramatic, force themselves out of his chest.

He doesn’t want to wake Shuanshuan or Kuafu with the sound. He tries to hide episodes as much as possible. He’s sure at least Kuafu has noticed, though if he has his old friend has surely assumed it’s simply Tianhuo taking its toll on Yi’s body.

Yi stares at bright white blossom on the floor. The petals of the moonflower are ripped from their trip out of Yi’s lungs. With a sigh, Yi lies down on the floor. There’s still a strange fluttering in his throat as he breathes, and he knows it’s going to be a long night.

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I’m so curious about these statues. Why is there a Yi one? Did Lear have it made because he knew Yi? Or did Yi have these made later? Was it made because people considered Yi like the new Lear? Why is Yi’s hands articulated like that while Lears aren’t? I really thought Yi’s state would end up moving at some point because of how its hands look.

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so the childhood yearning to live in a fantasy world just never goes away huh

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The End, by Alister Lockhart.

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A goblin and an elf have decided to defy tradition and get married. Their ceremony will be held in the magical forest in accordance with elven tradition.