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What The Fluff - 1 - Rain World Downpour (Saint)

This campaign is, for some reason, much less stressful than any of the others.

So far.

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I worked customer service over the phone. In two occasions people refused my help and immediately demanded "someone in the US" to tend to them, one of them going so far as to refuse giving his name in a really rude way:

"My name is immaterial, get me somebody in the united states."

We were not allowed to outright say "no" to costumers, and for obvious safety reasons we are not allowed to tell customers where we are based - these people just immediately assumed they were talking to someone in an outsourced call center and demanded someone in the US.

Even if that were the case...

There is literally nothing that a first-level support in a US-based center can do that is any different from a foreign call center. It's the same system, the same solutions for the possible problems, the same service.

Once, a woman started to claim "my accent" was indecipherable and it made it really hard to understand me... halfway into the call... after I told her that for legal reasons I could not do what she asked. She really wanted me to do something I am by law not allowed to do, and ignored me when I told her so, instead insisting that I should just help her out because she was getting frustrated by my inability to speak coherently.

She is, to date, the only person that has ever complained about the way I speak.

If there is a dignified job, treat it like so, because taking into account the way people treat customer service workers it makes it seem like they do not believe it to be deserving of dignity.

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These Ain't Lemons, But They Still Burn Nice - 1 - Rain World Downpour (...

We start a new adventure!

The movement is really fun!

The amount of scavs involved... not so much

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Only One Way Left To Go - 8 - Rain World: Downpour (Saint)

Saint makes a choice, all on their own.

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Instant Nirvana Just Add Water - 5 - Rain World: Downpour (Saint)

Bit of a low energy stream, but just imagine...

Replying to an automated email, engraving it into a metal plate SO DEEPLY that it remains millennia after the fall of civilization, and the computer you left on before leaving reads it to a fuzzy cucumber.

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Lime-Flavored Slugcat Goes Spelunking - 5 - Rain World Downpour (Monk)

After a few difficulties, I decided to reunite Monk with their family instead of smashing against a wall of lizards, centipedes, and grass.

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Pepsi, Blueberries, and Lizards - 3 - Rain World Downpour (Monk)

I traveled so far and got to do so much, and I still feel like I could have done more - but I also need to take care of how long I’m streaming, as I don’t live alone.

Still, I got passages and pearls and got a gift for Moon!

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Porl Be Upon You - 2 - Rain World Downpour (Saint)

We explore, meet the Echoes, and find an old acquaintance.

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During Christmas time, when the houses have been decorated, I like to take a stroll outside at night to see the lights.

I then take off my glasses - I am both near-sighted and veeeery slightly astigmatic, so each tiny light has a halo and rays coming out of it, making everything look more magical than with my glasses.

Sometimes, rather than a stroll, it's when I'm hitching a ride on a car; back when my dog still lived, I'd take him out for walks and just... take off my glasses.

Even when it wasn't Christmas, I took my dog for walks through side streets and other places I'd typically never go to. I found many mom and pop shops of all sorts, (parked) food carts, all sorts of things, all within walking distance.

Take a walk around your neighborhood. It's more interesting than your mind is willing to admit.

honestly the human brain is so small that you *will* forget how much beauty there is out there to experience unless you leave your house every three days. ik its fucked up but i promise its true

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Do Like A Banana And Split - 2 - Rain World Downpour (Monk)

I got The Nomad passage. Oh man, I thought it’d never happen.

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Looking Out For Moon - 6 - Rain World Downpour (Spearmaster)

Progress is being made.

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Oh man, this one...

Precision platforming is stressful!

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You act with the same careful deliberation that saw you through the most violent of days back... before.

A lich must not, at any point, be impulsive.

Even the very act of becoming a lich should be done coldly, something borne of reason and logic.

The ones that do not remember this do not tend to last very long.

A lich studies, a lich makes plans, a lich moves only when they need to do so.

As such, you swallow down the chant that would see this two-bit mercenary and his crew of imbeciles flayed and shredded where they stand - the children should not see that.

You also bite your (oh-so-carefully reconstituted) lip to avoid releasing a fog of plague and putrefaction - while it would obscure the... process, the screaming is a different thing altogether. Plus it does tend to get everywhere and is so hard to control.

A lich has plans.

Naturally, even an excursion to the battlefield of An-oraht has to be planned for, beyond what the school consider "satisfactory".

You may not have been involved in this specific conflict, but then again, restless spirits are more your area of expertise.

The ghosts of the druids that lost their lives in the battle may not look upon you favorably, but the same righteous ideology that made them stand in opposition to the regent lord who broke the ancient accord between them and the theocracy made these ghosts particularly disinclined to tolerate thinly-veiled politically-motivated assassinations.

They whisper about the trio hiding on the trees, circling around the walls of stone you raised in order to get at your students. There are another five, circling in the opposite direction, moving through the shadows of the massive trees in that direction.

When angry druids let loose, forests grow and armies shrink.

Even if the ghosts of the druids would not take well to your brand of magic, you would take a cooperative spirit over having to force the theocracy's ghosts to bend to your will. Bunch of self-righteous bastards, they got what was coming to them.

With only some grumbling, the druids take the magic you offer, weaving their arts once more.

The leader of the mercenaries is still talking, you just haven't been really paying attention to him ever since he demanded your students, presumably for ransom but it was clear from the initial salvo of arrows that that was not really on his mind.

Or his pockets.

He does display some modicum of intelligence - he has the crossbowmen aiming at you, as are the few mages they have.

Stalling, letting his men surround the barrier, keeping the mages in front of you so that their own magic would not give the game away.

He is also scared of you, although not enough to back down. He fears his employer more than he fears the academy.

His funeral.

Not that you intend to let him have one.

Ravens gather above, called by the druids. Beaks and talons sharpened, plumage solidifying beyond mere iron.

You step forward.

One of the mercenaries loses their nerve and so does the bolt of his crossbow.

You raise an arm and it manages to slide through the enchanted cloth of your robe. The assessment of them as a threat rose a notch or two - honestly, you were wondering why they were not using larger arrows and bows, but whoever made the bolts is decent at condensing power into it.

Were they your students, this kind of work would get a passing grade.

They are not, however, and as such the words you will be having with them will be pointed and direct.

The mercenaries have more of a reaction to your "wound" than you do. The bio-manipulated tissues covering your bones give a signal of damage, of course, but it is a far cry of the pain signals of regular flesh.

These hired thugs are understandably unnerved when they see a man pull a crossbow bolt the rest of the way through their own arm with the kind of dispassionate interest that a coroner uses to prepare a cadaver.

Truly your wit has no parallel.

"That's two." You warn. "You can leave and lose your pay, or stay and lose your lives."

Snakes gather, slithering silently, although the men's attention is quite firmly centered on your self. You have studied what druids can do to the venom of an animal - it was quite the inspiration for some of your more ruthless actions, back when the theocracy still stood and sought your End.

Another thing you studied was sleight-of-hand, a quick move to remove one of your own golden bracelets, but always useful to have non-magical tricks under your sleeve.

Another of them tenses, and fires albeit at the same time that the leader himself decided that you are far too dangerous for their operation and gives the order to attack.

The bracelet goes... backwards, over the wall and into the crude enclosure you made to defend the students.

A lich makes plans. That includes defense.

The bracelet contains a spell, always charged but kept in check by your person. Separated, the impact sets it off, pulsing the spell out and reaching the walls, concluding the work you began and connecting them properly, and forming a dome.

The birds descend, the snakes strike.

"That's three." You say, unbothered by the sharpened metal sticks halfway through your torso. "I haven't done this in a while, do forgive me if I take longer than I should."Ansrit post

You are a lich who retired from villainy long ago and took up teaching at a magical school. Today someone made the mistake of threatening your students.

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Vultures and Lizards and Scavengers Oh My - 3 - Rain World Downpour (Spe...

Oh man, if it weren’t for all the King Vultures I’d probably have a dozen normal vulture kills.

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Delicious Lizard Kebabs - 2 - Rain World Downpour (Spearmaster)

The very concept of misanthropy has manifested in the form of creature spawns and bit my head off.

Multiple times.

Loads of fun, even through the frustration... once that fades, the enjoyment of taking down all of those dangerous creatures still remains.

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I Have No Mouth And I Must Feed - 1 - Rain World Downpour (Spearmaster)

New campaign! I see why people say to play this one after Rivulet - getting the high adrenaline tension of Artificer out of your system before trying to go through Spearmaster.

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