#fae plays other games

[khorren]

I found a dude (npc) in an inflatable dinosaur costume cooking on a grill. He wanted....something from me (that I didn't have) but I'm very confused. This game got so much weird than when I played beta/demo.

[zazikels]

this game will literally tell you anything except acknowledge the thing that started morrigan's reputation. she's had more lovers than there are trees in the forest but she's NOT A HERO OF THE FIFTH BLIGHT OR ANYTHING.

[moeblob]

Shavuli !

She's just. Into rocks. It's fine. She likes to collect shiny rocks. (this is dice related and I am not apologizing for giving her this trait)

[doriansbutt]

Maybe you found the spot on the map

But lost the kid on the way to the mark

Tell me now were you digging for gold

Or digging yourself in a hole?

Now tell me “now, where’s the head in the clouds?”

Now tell me “now, where’s the bright eyed lad?”

Now tell me “now, where’s the kid tellin’ tall tales?”

Siren, Colm R. McGuinness

I can’t explain the emotion this song gives me about my dragon age ttrpg character Saeed but it’s making me cry

[corrodedbisexual]

Fae Farm truly chose violence with all the flower breeding combos. Oh it's on

[shmowder]

first I'm forced to learn about stocks just to manipulate the market in this stupid rpg maker game (affectionate) and now I'm having stupid thoughts like "huh wonder how bitcoins are minted" and "So it's just GPUs playing lottery?" while brushing my teeth or taking a piss

[lanshappycorner]

Sometimes I look outside my scope of mutuals and I'm like.....I'm glad I'm not them (whole essay in the tags)

[keydav]

Really feeling that Baldur's Gate 3 FOMO tonight, especially where Astarion is concerned 😩😩

I was literally looking at Gaming PCs online, even though I shouldn't get one right now. Though I didn't even think about places having a Labor Day sale! I think what I'm gonna do, is try to save up as much as I can the next few months, and then take a look on Black Friday, cause the deals might be good enough I could swing one then. I've been wanting to get a desktop computer for a while, since my laptop is over 10 years old and essentially doesn't function anymore, and this has just made that desire that much more acute lol

[mons-immortalium-if]

Okay, but what if Mc couldn't come back because they got injured, etc. Something that was out of their control? Would they still feel betrayed or more angry at whatever or whoever hurt mc?

Oh definitely more angry towards what/who hurt MC. They will exact vengeance if it can be done. But also... MC could have not left to where they could never follow to begin with. Kinda spoilery below the line, but again, this is really all hypothetical since it will not be an option in game. But if you want to imagine some really bad angst for your OCs later on... who am I to stop you?

As selfish at it would seem at first glance... they would feel like they were placed very low on MC's priorities and that their suffering was not as important tot them. Because this person that claimed to love them, actively chose to leave them trapped in a hellhole they've been stuck for some 1500 years, when there was a real possibility they'd never return. There's a bit more to MC getting out and coming back than just finding a simple way in and out. The RO would take a leap of faith, and trust MC with the livelihood of their entire people, that they are responsible for... fae who are desperate, dying and worse, on the off chance that MC would somehow find the way back again, when they were completely lost in the first place when they got there. MC would know all this and would have also been a whiteness to the deplorable state the fae are in, and still make that choice. While this might not be fair to be put on MC's shoulders to begin with, they'd still be playing Russians roulette with the fate of an entire dying race. I think just the mere decision to leave, all considered, would put a dent in their trust, even if MC somehow magically came back the same day. It's like accidentally stumbling upon a group of stranded people on an island and then deciding to sail home first, not knowing when or how to actually get back... instead of staying there and gathering resources for a while in order to take them all with you. All the while knowing that some of them were occasionally walking into the ocean to their death because they couldn't stand living there anymore . Like, sure, there's no real obligation to help them... but don't expect to be welcomed back with open arms after initially abandoning them.

ROs would eventually still care for MC, but there would always be a stain on their relationship and would always question just how much they mean to MC. Because, at the end of the day, while they'd be very sympathetic towards MC's feelings and worries, MC would have always, knowingly, gambled with both their freedom and their life.

[ashennightingale]

imo good character-establishing things to have for pcs are like

- the usual why are they on this adventure, why are they w this group, etc

- what's one personality trait that drives them to do the stupid but fun thing

- what's one aspect that might make them act in ways contrary to how they do normally (including Not doing the stupid thing if it wouldn't be fun)

that last one is beneficial for the collaborative aspect of ttrpgs: if everyone else wants to do x, & as a player u wanna cooperate but ur pc would be opposed, how can u navigate that? there's still times to dig ur heels in, but often I've found more value in establishing Why or How my character can be convinced to go along w smth anyway

also just. ppl contradict themselves sometimes, & having even a simple sense of that in ur pcs can both make rp richer & assist in collaborating w the other ppl at ur table

[faerociousbeast]

watched the first two episodes of buddy daddies with my sister. i wish gay people were real

[khorren]

Soulmask

A few months back I was introduced to Yet Another Open World Survival Game (tm) in Beta, and eh, it was something to do. It's called Soulmask.

Basic premise you're plopped onto a beach (it's always a beach) and gotta go find people to become your tribe and make a nice little home for yourself and survive. There's bosses to kill and you have to go through stages to get/make the resources to survive.

You have a weird mask on and when it's powered up you can find tribesmen from NPC villages and basically go "Hey you work for me now". Your tribesmen/thrall/whatever you want to kill them are just as important, if not even more important, than your own character. They can have a larger pool of abilities, some 100+ where your own character caps out at 50.

So all in all it's basically some weird farm management sim, you just gotta go get the staff yourself and suck out their brains. Om nom nom.

Like most social groups I've been a part of, I've found myself in a guild of sorts where someone else went "here you go, fae, I found us some friends" and there's a small group of us playing this game, though we don't share a base, we've got our own thing going on. We had a fair few more try the game, but wandered off after a week, shame. It can take a bit to get things going, and some things are not explained well at *all*. Like the game will teach you about how to get tribesmen, but not exactly how important they are. Anyway. Game came out Early Access like.... 2-3 weeks ago? Gah it feels like a lifetime since I took part in 2 demo / beta things. Anyway. It's fun.

It's a bit rainy right now, but here's a Jaguar I kidnapped tamed and raised. He's a biiiiiig kitty. He's called Big Boy. I also have a llama and used to have an alpaca, but he was set free as I don't need him or his poop anymore

Farm management sim! Our farmer, Farmer Dan, does most of the work to keep this place in check. I just need to make sure he remembers to make fertiliser once in a while.

A small gathering of some of our tribesmen. Not much for them to do at the moment, so they're taking a quick break. I'll find something for them to do soon. :D

I play on a public PvE server and everyone's pretty chill. So that's nice.

[acrosstimeandspace]

i’m very happy that we were able to surprise our mom with the purse and my sister with some stuff for her like a record and a camera light!

[moeblob]

Look, I just think it's VERY funny and on brand that I thought of an entire premise of colorful characters for half the cast and immediately drew the only one void of color.

[badolmen]

“I’m sorry.”

“No problem.”

“I just - I’m sorry.”

“Dude, you’re my sister. You should have told me you needed help working the washing machine before you got the entire laundry room covered in suds.” I laughed, still wiping down the soap sticky floor. “Next time just ask.”

“That’s the problem!” The tears in her voice made me pause. “I - we all ask you things. All the time. We know we’re annoying sometimes and - and I - I wanted to do something for you. Without asking you.”

“Oh…” I swallowed back the lump in my throat. “Oh, that’s sweet of you. How…how about you help me clean this up, and next week you can do the laundry by yourself.”

“Alright.” She sniffled, kneeling on the floor to help me mop up the soapy water. “But I’m sorry still.”

At first I had been jealous. Maybe I still was - seeing the way my mother could set sunsets on fire with the flick of a wrist, how my brothers could turn water to mercury, how my sisters could pull the threads of fate with their bare hands.

But seeing them now, I only felt pity.

I used to ask what I did wrong. Why I couldn’t go through the door, why they could learn the secrets of a far away and magical world. My mother told me the secrets of this world were just as worthy of being known. I knew she was just trying to comfort me, but looking back, how right she was.

There’s secrets to do much in everyday life - how to close a door with just the right amount of force, how to know to wait for an oven to preheat before adding your food, how to read an ingredients list on a soup can in the grocery store. Little, mundane secrets. Different than the cosmic, arcane secrets my siblings knew, but powerful all the same.

I didn’t ask what happened. Why I came home from work to family I hadn’t seen outside of an enchanted looking glass in years. I laughed and ordered pizza - still more mundane magic, showing my siblings how to cut the triangles from a circle of bread sauce and cheese.

I know whatever it was, it was bad. My oldest brother woke screaming with nightmares, magic fizzling from the ends of blackened, soot stained fingers. My youngest sister hadn’t spoken a word since she returned, but she’s learning sign and smiling at the cat. They’re getting better. Or at least, they’re distracted by the new magic here.

“I feel so stupid.” My own mother laughed at herself, sheepishly holding out an iPhone. “I - I remember them having buttons.”

“Don’t worry about it, here - it’s a bit like a rune pool, I think. Do you know who you’re trying to call?”

“I - a doctor. I think.” Her hands were scarred from centuries of casting; she fidgeted with the hem of her robe - still shimmering with remnant enchantments from my father. “For your siblings. And - and me.”

“Right, none of you have had vaccines in years. Geez, right, okay my GP might be able to take you guys - ”

“I, I mean a different kind.” There was a shame in my mother’s voice that broke me in a way I didn’t know a child could break. “For the dreams.”

“Oh.” I held my phone in my hands, screen still glowing. “You mean like a therapist?”

“Maybe? I don’t know that word.” Said my mother, who could name the nameless gods with a silver tongue.

“I can get you guys a good therapist. Don’t worry. I’ll let you know what I can get set up.” I needed to do some research and reach out to some folk from the veil who might be better attuned to my magically inclined family. But my mother just held me in her arms, whispering in my ear.

“I’m sorry. I’m your mother, I should know - I should be taking care of you, not the other way around.”

“It’s alright.” I hugged her back, though there was a distance - her robe made her semi-intangible. “I got this.”

They got better. My oldest brother was fascinated by the tv remote, magic at his fingertips that didn’t burn holes through the bedsheets. My youngest sister started school here, her signs were getting smoother and the bus was as magical to her as a gryphon. My other sister still burned herself on the stove, but at least she wasn’t grabbing things from the oven without mits. My siblings still didn’t sleep through the night. Neither did I - someone had to put out the fires set by panicked spells or sweep up the broken glass.

“Why?” My brother asked one night, the house deathly silent even though we both knew the others were also awake.

“Well, I’d rather not see the house burn down - ”

“Why do you put up with us? After - ” his breathing stuttered, tears of molten gold glowing softly in the dark room. “We abandoned you here. We - the school wouldn’t take you but still we shouldn’t have just - ”

I bundled the burned bedsheets in my hands, running my fingers over the singed quilt. I made it two years ago, and now it was unsalvageable. Hours and days of my life left in ashes by a brother I barely knew.

“I was scared, when you left. I didn’t know what to do, how to do anything. I was just a kid.” I swallowed back bitterness I left in a therapist’s office years ago. “But I found people. My people. People who took care of me, who taught me to take care of myself.”

“Why? Why did they do that? Didn’t they - I know we’re annoying and - and frustrating at times. How did you know where that line was? How - aren’t you getting sick of us?”

“No, I’d never get sick of you - even if you do sometimes set my favorite quilt on fire.” I tried to laugh, smiling sadly at the remorse etched deep in my brother’s face. “It’s what family does here. We take care of each other.”

“But you’re - we’re - we’re not like them. We’re different.” It went unsaid how different we were from the humans. How I was left behind by our nature - intended to deceive humans into seeing me as one of their own. It had worked, maybe too well.

“Humans can’t tell. Most can’t, anyway. And those that can are usually good, and consider it rude to acknowledge. Most people are good here.”

“Don’t they know? Did they ever suspect?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged, tossing the laundry in the bin and cracking a window to let the magic smoke into the night air. “It doesn’t matter to them. Once they decide that you’re one of them, well, there’s not much that can change their minds.”

“But what if they do? Aren’t you scared they’ll find out and consider it?”

He was really telling me he was scared, frightened I would find out he would never stop have nightmares. He was scared our littlest sister would never talk again. He was scared our older sister would never have the same grace and poise she had at home. He was scared our mother would never be able to help and guide me the way she had done for my siblings.

He was scared I would stop loving them if I knew they would never be as I remembered them.

“No. I told you - if a human decides you’re one of them, you’re one of them.” I smiled at him in the dark, a shine to my changeling eyes the only evidence I wasn’t as human as I felt. “And you guys are as much mine as I am theirs.”

I closed the window, the chill in the room dissipating at the heating kicked on and the radiator hummed. My brother looked at me from his fresh bedsheets, fire stained hands smoldering low.

“I love you. I love all of you.” It felt good to say, for the first time in so long. “Goodnight. Wake me if you need something.”

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All of your siblings, papart from you, have attended a prestigious wizarding school. Now, after all these years, they’re back in your “regular” world… and don’t even know how an oven works.

[thatdemiboymess]

Had a dream that games on Roblox started to interject a feature where you can hold hands with another player in order to guide each other and woke up with my blood buzzing.