#torchless

[amalgamatedmuses]

@entangledmuses || Continued

Edmund grumbled bitter nonsense under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest and wishing once again that he was older, as he once had been. Susan would always be older than him, of course, but at least when they had been adults in Narnia he'd felt like he had a better handle on things. Being a teenager was rubbish.

"When d'you think we'll go back?" He'd keep asking, even if Susan had no better idea than he did.

[shortkinglogan]

No but fr what was that? Who did that!? Was it pyro? Toad?? Who's idea was it to tie them between the legs too?

I mean, I get they are both pretty strong but was all that necessary?

They really tied Wade and Logan up together seran wrap tight meat-to-meat tits-to-tits and then looped a rope around Johnny like twice and had that boy sit down alone on a bench like

[pisswizard420]

quitting and reopening your game over and over again until you get a virtue instead of an affliction > playing darkest dungeon as intended by bringing stress heals into runs and spending money in the hamlet to relieve stress

[hollowslantern]

torchless behavior

[punxsutawneyfilth]

Yeah as soon as I finish DD2 I think I'll do a torchless bloodmoon run on DD1 to fucking relax

[elfcow]

5e hardcore rules nerf druid wildshape... Making it so you can't rely on wildshape to massively boost your (functional) hp.

Presumably it's a design *intention* to nerf moon druid and keep it from being dominant in a hardcore 5e game.

But just like a Darkest Dungeon Torchless run, since that optional challenge rule doesn't change the nature of how the central mechanics work but simply trims the numbers, that means that the meta, Moon Druid, is still the best pick.

Even more so, because nothing else can keep up.

If the design intention is to shake players out of a comfortable meta-game, then simply tightening constrictions on existing rules will only drive the meta tighter and more homogeneous.

You have to actually change the fundamentals of how the game interactions work if you want people to try different stuff (from a pure viability standpoint).

[shshshshshowrunner]

A magical torch I got from my teacher, the goddess Hecate. she's a goddess of boundaries, so the torch has the power to allow passage to and from different brackets.

the original plan xigbar approached you with was to wait until the full moon (necessary) and then use the torch to get to the bracket i'm in and then back to white boy bracket.

but then he was summoned here by voter fraud, torchless, and we have no way out that's not going to take several months.

hey @electionfraudking do you have the torch still?

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

You know what, I want to hear everyone's theories for what Leon was doing when he came across Merlin and Arthur in the Poetry scene of Death Song of Uther Pendragon.

[swisherstreets]

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[telemna-hyelle]

What You Look At, You Change: Chapter Five (Palace of the Four Sword AU)

i wasn’t joking kids

*drops mic*

*goes to bed*

Chapter Five: I’m Sorry, But You’ve Thrown Off the Veteran’s Groove

 “So which way is the purple sword?” Wind bounced on his feet, excited to be moving again and even more relieved to have left the very painful conversation behind.

“Violet sword.” Red piped up, sounding slightly offended.

Wind blinked. “Aren’t they the same?”

“No!” Green, Red, Legend and Sky said at the same time, with different levels of scandalization and emphasis.

Over Legend’s shoulder, Twilight quietly mouthed yes, basically.

Hyrule coughed, covering his mouth (and an amused grin) with his fist. “So which way is the violet sword?”

Legend cleared his throat, running a hand through his bangs, as if he could sift his hand through his memories to find the answer. With the sudden shift in his plan, the veteran felt off balance. It’d been years since he’d last been here, after all.

“Uh… upper right corner. We’ll need lanterns. Who has one?”

Green, Red, and Twilight each raised a hand, while Sky and Wind shook their heads. Hyrule pulled something out of his bag. “Does a candle count?”

“I mean, it lights stuff up, right?” Wind pointed out.

“I’d say so,” Legend said, already digging in his bag for his lantern. “We shouldn’t need too many. I’m taking point so I’ll use my lantern. Who’s up for rear guard?”

Twilight opened his mouth, but Green beat him to it. He lifted his chin, squaring his shoulders. “I’ll take up the rear.”

The other heroes shared solemn look. Green’s muscles were tense, his jaw tight; tonight’s revelations were still haunting him, like a particularly persistent poe. He was clearly seeking an out, needing the sensation of doing something to ground him.

They knew, because they were heroes, too. And for a hero, there was nothing worse than helplessness.

Sky smiled, careful to hide any sympathy behind his expression. Right now, sympathy would be the last thing Green wanted. “Thank you, that’ll be a help.”

Green nodded, sharply, and pulled out his own lantern. Red picked up his sword from where Twilight had dropped it, running his thumb carefully down the blade, checking for dents and knicks with an apologetic expression.

Legend sent a glance around the group, eyeing each hero up and down, checking their readiness levels. “Right, everyone sorted?”

Wind saluted, Hyrule cracked his knuckles. Twilight, Green, and Sky nodded, and Red sent the veteran a tremulous smile.

Legend sighed, rolled his shoulders, and jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Let’s go then.”

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

The entrance to the path of the Violet Sword was a staircase spiraling down into darkness.

Sky peered through the doorway. “Well, that certainly looks inviting.”

“Can’t get cozier than torchless rooms and bottomless pits, right?” Legend turned the knob on his lantern, the striker and flint connecting with a faint click. A warm glow instantly sprang to life, illuminating the first curve of the stairwell before them. “All right, follow me and stick close.”

He headed off down the stairwell, and the others silently followed after him. First Sky, then Hyrule, then Twilight, then Wind, Red, and last of all Green, holding his own lantern aloft.

They were a third of the way down the stairwell when Red finally broke the silence. He turned to look at Wind, a look of confusion on his face. “I’m sorry, I’ve been trying really hard but I can’t remember any of your names?”

Everyone came to a halt. Finally, Hyrule spoke up. “…Did we explain who we are to Red?”

They looked at Red.

Red shook his head once.

Sky let out a sheepish laugh. “Whoops.”

“I can explain!” Wind turned to Red and eagerly stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you! I’m Link, Hero of Winds!”

Red took the hand but stared at Wind with wide eyes. “You’re a hero, too?”

“We all are,” Twilight said, leaning against the wall. “I’m Link, Hero of Twilight.”

Wind pointed down the stairwell. “And those two are also named Link, and they’re the Hero of Hyrule and the Hero of the Skies!”

Red’s eyes went wide. “The Hero of the Skies is here?”

Green nudged his shoulder. “It’s really him.”

Red’s eyes grew even wider.

Legend’s voice came up around the curve in the stairwell. “And I’m Link, Hero of Legend-and-waiting-in-dark-staircases-for-the-rest-of-you-to-get-moving-again.”

Wind coughed sheepishly. “We all go by our hero titles because it gets too confusing, so you can call me Wind.”

“No problem, I’m used to nicknames like that.” Red sent Green a grin, which the other smith mirrored faintly. “That won’t be hard at all.”

Legend’s voice sounded again. “I’m waiting.”

Twilight huffed out a laugh and reached out, laying a hand on Wind’s shoulder. “C’mon, sailor, if we wait any longer the vet’s gonna turn into a second version of the old man.”

“I resent that and I’d make you pay if it didn’t hold us up any longer, so let’s go.”

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

The dark staircase opened up into an equally dark room. Legend wasn’t fazed, however, and simply gestured for them to follow him while he stuck to the right side of the room. They followed him quietly, the darkness of the room feeling heavy, dampening any wish to start a conversation. In the middle of the room the walls extended to near the room’s center, yet still leaving a gap. Legend walked through this before veering to the left and following that wall, instead, curving around until he reached the lower right-hand corner.

In that corner was a door, and when the heroes stepped through, they all breathed out a sigh of relief at the illumination.

These sighs were quickly transformed into groans when the realized the were on a small section of floor surrounded by bottomless pits.

“What’s the plan for this one, veteran?” Hyrule asked curiously, attempt to lean forward and look down into the pit. Sky calmly reached out and tugged him away from the edge by the back of his tunic.

Red and Green shot each other looks, memories of chasing after a little boy who was determined to climb and investigate everything. Memories that had, before an hour ago, had been filled with nothing but joy.

Green grit his teeth and looked away, trying fiercely to not let his control slip. Red’s face whitened, and he looked down at the ground, biting his lip and clenching his fists uselessly.

A hand reached out, knuckles brushing against Red’s hand, and the smith looked up in surprise to see Wind smiling tentatively at him.

A tightness eased in Red’s chest. It might have solely been because of his age, but there was something about Wind, something in the blonde of his hair or the wide blue of his eyes, that brought to mind the little boy the smith had kissed on the forehead yesterday, six hundred years ago.

His fist relaxed, and Wind’s smile gained a little strength as he slipped his fingers into Red’s and squeezed. Then he turned to Green and held out a hand.

The green smith stared at it for a long moment, before slowly reaching out and twining his own fingers with the sailors.

A tiny bit of tension seeped out of Green’s shoulders, and Wind beamed at the sight.

Legend caught the exchange and took a deep breath, digging in his bag and forcefully injecting cheer into his voice, hoping to distract. “This puzzle is pretty simple,” He pulled out the Cane of Somaria and gave it a little twirl. “Do you see that skull over there?” With the cane, Legend pointed directly across from them, to a little ledge where a skull was resting. “There’s a pressure plate under it. Destroy the skull and press the plate down, and voila, open doors.”

He gave the cane a little flourish, and said, “Sky, if you please?”

Sky grinned and pulled out his bow. In a moment an arrow was slicing through the air and across the pit. It struck the skull, and the ancient bones crumbled from the forceful impact, leaving the pressure plate free. With a flick, Legend summoned a block, and Twilight seamlessly seized the block and tossed it across the gap. It landed neatly on the pressure plate, and on the left-hand wall of the room, a door slid up into the stone.

There was a significant ledge across the door, fairly littered with old skulls, blocking any available surface for a hookshot or clawshot to latch onto. This was dealt with in short order, through the use of Twilight’s Gale Boomerang, and then spare clawshots and hookshots were distributed to those without them. In a matter of minutes, everyone was filing into the next room.

“Lovely,” Green said with a sigh. “More bottomless pits.”

“Yep,” Legend said with the aplomb that sprung from his veteran status, “nothing to top off that dungeon atmosphere than bottomless pit. At least there’s a stone block for our hookshots to latch out to.”

This was very true, and this block was swiftly taken advantage of, with all the Links shot their way across the chasm.

Unfortunately, there was another bottomless pit between them and the door, with no convenient blocks to hookshot on too.

There were several long moments of silence as each Link attempted to think through the puzzle, before Twilight ran a hand through his bangs. “We don’t have the time to figure it out, what’s the secret, Legend.”

Legend crossed his arms and tapped his fingers thoughtfully on his bicep. “Well, there is a way, but how many of you have Pegasus boots?”

Three hands shot into the air; Wind, Red, and Green’s.

“Farore’s blistering winds,” Legend scowled. “That’s far less than I hoped for.”

“Maybe Pegasus boots only come in sizes that fit short people,” Hyrule muttered, and Twilight and Sky sputtered laughter.

Legend’s ear twitched, and he sent Hyrule a baleful glare. Hyrule smiled back innocently.

Legend was not so easily fooled, but had a bit more important things to attend to at the moment.

“Well, for those of you with Pegasus boots, here’s what you do.”

He stood at the edge of the pit, tapped the toes of his boot, and then broke into a sprint, straight at the block they’d hookshotted to earlier. Just as he was about to crash into it, he kicked out, pushing himself off the rock and flying backwards through the air, landing neatly on his feet on the other side of the pit.

“Holy Hylia.” Sky’s eyes gleamed. “I wish I had Pegasus boots.”

Wind was already kicking off his normal shoes and pulling his boots on.

Twilight let out a sigh. “I’m… just going to close my eyes and pretend this isn’t happening.”

Hyrule patted him on the shoulder, not quite managing to hide a smirk.

The next moment Wind was sailing backwards across the gap with a “WHOOOOO!”

Twilight opened his eyes long enough to ensure Wind had landed safely on the other side before promptly shutting them, because Green was gearing up for his go.

The rancher’s eyes snapped open a moment later when Green let out a yell—only to see Green land safely on the ledge. To Twilight’s utter surprise, the shard of the smith was grinning widely.

Then Red was soaring through the air, a giggling shriek escaping him like air from one of Wild’s octorock balloons, and Twilight shook his head with a rueful grin. He’d have to keep a closer eye on the smith in the future, it seemed.

As soon as he processed the thought, his grin froze, stomach dropping.

He had far more serious things to worry about in Four’s future than a buried tendency towards daredeviling, things he couldn’t possibly prevent.

Or… Twilight chewed his lip … or could he?

“How are Sir Sky and the others going to get across?” Green asked, looking at the gap between them in concern, grin already vanished to the pale tenseness that had been painting his features since he awoke.  

“Sir Sky?” The chosen hero slowly mouthed to Twilight. Twilight broke out of his thoughts to smirk at him.

“And we’re ‘the others’.” He nudged Sky’s ribs with an elbow. “Someone clearly has a favorite.”

Sky returned this sally with a slightly more forceful elbow to the ribs, but Twilight snickered at how his ears had turned distinctly pink.

Hyrule was busy eying the gap, a contemplative light in his gaze. “Hold on, I think I might have an idea.” He set down his pack on the floor, and started digging, tongue poking out as he shifted through stuff. “Here it is!”

He stood up, and pulled out a short ladder out of his bag. He held it triumphantly in the air, grinning. “I use this to cross gaps and streams when I’m stuck, and I think it’s long enough to use here.” He spun around, setting the ends of the ladder on the ground, and carefully lowered it down.

The ends of the ladder clunked onto the stone of the far side of the ledge, and Hyrule’s grin widened. “Perfect.” He stepped back, sweeping an arm out in a clumsy bow. “Guys, we have our way over!”

Everyone stared down at the ladder.

“You know.” Legend said slowly. “If I’d know you had that, it would have made this whole room a lot easier.”

Hyrule considered this.

“…whoops.”

Once everyone was safely over onto the far side and Hyrule’s ladder was once more stowed in his pack, Legend gestured them to gather close.

“All right, next room is the boss room. This time around it’s Mothula II, which is normally a bit of a pain, but with our numbers, I can’t imagine it’ll take long to bring it down.”

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

“lege—ky—rule--inND—LIGHT--!”

The cry was slurred and garbled and yet loud enough to startle Four from where he sat by the fire, focus intent on the mouth of the cave and the sounds of the rain without. He spun around, expecting to see Time awake and intent on being stubborn again—but Time was still on his bedroll, his eyes closed fast in sleep.

It was not, however, a restful sleep. He tossed and turned, sweat beading on his forehead and distress written in the lines of his face.

Four’s stomach knotted, his heart dropping to his toes. He knelt by Time’s side, reaching out to feel his forehead, frown deepening.

The smith glanced around the cave, noting that both Warriors and Wild were fast asleep, exhausted from the earlier battle and what injuries they had sustained. It was just him.

He bit his lip, then tentatively reached out and laid a hand on Time’s shoulder. “Time.” He said, his voice firm. “There’s nothing to worry about. The others will be all right, and we’ll see them soon.”

Time let out a pained grunt, shuddering under Four’s hand. Four swallowed, glancing towards Warrior’s bedroll, contemplating getting reinforcements—but then Time gasped, a mix of terror and hate in his voice—“Ganondorf!”

Four froze, staring down at Time.

“I—” Time’s breath came in heaving gasps, and he twisted slightly, fingers clutching at the blanket. “I won’t let you—”

Four had no way of knowing what Time was dreaming about; whether it was his adventure, or his worry for the others, or some vicious amalgamation of the two, but he wanted it to stop. He couldn’t bear to see the pain and fear on Time’s face for a moment longer.

A thought stirred in the back of his mind, and Four frantically fumbled for his pouch.

A little clay instrument, the color of a clear summer sky, was lifted to his lips, and the soft strains of a lullaby filtered into the air. Four’s eyes slipped shut, letting himself get lost in the song he’d learned to impress Dot.

The final note faded into the air, and Four lowered the ocarina, glancing down at Time, his heart in his throat.

Time lay still, his features relaxed, his breathing deep and even, despite his forehead still feeling warm to Four’s hopeful touch. Still, Four let out a sigh of relief, picking up the cloth and wiping away the sweat on Time’s face.

If only the fever could be chased away with a song as well. Still… and Four allowed himself a tiny, hopeful smile. At least he’ll be able to rest now, right?

He sat back, eying the darkness yawning from the mouth of the cave, beyond the cheery yellow glow of the fire.

Hopefully the others will return soon.

But for now, Four thought, he had better keep watch from beside Time’s bedroll.

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

The heroes followed Legend into the next room, swords bristling. Legend’s plan was very good, and would work excellently against Mothula II.

You see, Legend was a creature of habit. He disliked being unprepared, and with his vast wealth of experience, this very rarely happened. Unfortunately, the sudden switch from the familiar route through the dungeon unsettled him slightly. Legend was only Hylian, after all, and Hylians can mis-remember things under stress.

It wasn’t a giant moth in the center of the room.

Red curls bounced as a young woman tilted her head, lips curving into a smile. “So, how do you like it? It’s really touching, isn’t it? Does it stick in your mind?” A giggle wafted onto the air. “Please, don’t ever forget this song… or me…”

Legend dropped his sword, the metal clanging across the floor.

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

“You’ll have to be careful,” Old Impa said, shaking her head as Hyrule’s eyes widened in shock, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. “The Eyes of Ganon are coming after you. They want your blood, and if they get it, Ganon will return.”

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

“Many have said them to you thus far, but I now wish to say them for myself...” Sky stared, soaking in the once familiar minute changes in Fi’s expression. There was water running down, down, down his cheeks, but he could not move to wipe it away.

“Thank you, Master Link.” Fi fluttered, leaning forward slightly. “May we meet again in another life."

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

“This is the only world your ancestors were able to leave you,” King Daphnes bowed his head, though Wind could hardly see it through the tears welling in his eyes, his fingers fairly strangling the hilt of his sword.

“Please… forgive us.”

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

Dread swelled up in Twilight’s stomach, cold and cloying, freezing him to the bone. His lungs were lumps of ice, and all he could do was stare at the single red eye peering out from the shadow of the tarnished, broken helm.

“Although I accepted life as the hero, I could not convey the lessons of that life to those that came after.” A great sigh rattled the Shade’s—the Hero’s Shade, Time’s Shade, the Old Man’s Shade—

“At last, I have eased my regrets."

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

Tears were streaming down Red’s cheeks. Green was frozen, stiff as stone, his face white as paper, the bloodless-ness threatening the edges of his vision with black.

But he could still see her, clearly, as if she were branded on his mind. Light gleamed on soft, red-gold waves, blue-green eyes shining with warmth and happiness. Gloved hands rested delicately on the curve of her stomach, large for how far along he was, a hint that she carried more than one within her.

“I can’t wait for them to meet you,” She murmured, love and anticipation woven into her voice. She smiled down at her belly, and then looked up, her expression piercing both parts of Four right to their soul.

“After all, you’re going to be a wonderful father.”

*-/-*-/-*-/-*-/-*

[roostertuftart]

Minecraft headcanons for Stan's gang

Stan:

- He starts by making a little hole in the ground and will continue to live there unless someone else forces him to raise his standards/lets him live at their base (Kyle)

- He's actually pretty good at the interior design tho

-He will plant a ton of trees and flowers outside of his little cave at least!! Sometimes a stream/waterfall

-Has a ton of dogs and builds their own separate room/cave. He doesn't like when even one dies. He named his first one Sparky and keeps that one in his own house/makes sure its health is up.

-He's doesn't mine redstone and coal half the time and it pisses Kyle off

-Spends the beginning of every game trying everything in his power to find a saddle so he can have a horse or two

-Honestly most of the game for him is revolved around mobs, he loves mobs and taming/caring for them. He's mainly the group's farmer when he's in multiplayer.

-He likes playing but he gets bored easily so he usually only joins for a few hours a week unless he has friends to play with. Is far more into minigames on big servers such SkyWars/Survival games/Bedwars/etc

-Nearly never plays creative mode

-Good at PVP, uses lava buckets

- Favorite biome is mega taigas

-Forgets to make armor when he loses it

-Skin is a superhero like Deadpool or Captain America or something

-Has no interest in netherite

Kyle:

-He's okay at building, it's not his strong suit but he does his best and his bases are fairly pleasant to look at.

-Most of his builds are fantasy/castle type things

-Has a system for mining where caves that have been mined already need to be blocked up and torchless and EVERY ORE must be mined, no matter how useless. It just bothers him to leave it there (his OCD probably)

-Really good with redstone!! He designs redstone machines occasionally on creative mode and incorporates useful designs into their survival world- Def has made quite a few automatic sorting systems.

-He'll tame a few dogs but they mostly just end up sitting around his house unless he remembers he can use them. He tames a lot of cats but mostly to just sit them around his base to keep creepers away

-Builds long underground railway systems between places as well as a nether path for quick travels

-Likes the nether a lot post 1.16. Especially warped forests.

-Favorite biome is mountain biomes.

-Plays through the game to defeat the ender dragon as quickly as possible before really putting much effort into the more creative aspects like base building.

-Has an extensive villager trading system set up so everyone can get their fair share of enchanted books.

-Hates phantoms because he never sleeps. Hates creepers bc of the damage they cause

-Probably builds a tree farm after getting fed up with everyone just randomly planting trees everywhere to knock down later

-Skin is like his elfsona or something. He didn't make it

-Chests ORGANIZED

Kenny:

-Dies a lot (that's a given)

-Forgets to set bedspawn so has to keep running 1000 or so blocks back every time he dies every time to make it to base if it's far away

-Lives with Stan or Kyle or both of them or Butters

-Builds a lot of random builds that are really neat but doesn't really like living alone in any of them

-Doesn't mine much. Or make food. Mostly lives off the charity of Stan and Kyle (They don't mind sharing)

-Fond of parrots and horses

-Kills a lot of mobs at night instead of sleeping (XP and for fun)

-Loves exploring caves after the most recent update, but always enjoyed mining

-Switches his skin a lot but has some favorites including a Princess Kenny one that Butters helped him make and probably texture ones he got online that are meant to blend in with the environment

-Does a lot of fairly innocent trolling (building dirt block dicks on people's houses type shit)

-Gets the first elytra but immediately falls off an end island with it much to his distress

-Favorite biome is rainforests, especially rainforest edges

-He likes creepers despite them killing him a lot.

-Doesn't like the monotony of strip mining at all

-Goes on a lot of adventures alone and brings back materials to the group from far off biomes. He likes seeing the world.

-Doesn't honestly do much but is deeply appreciated by his friends.

-He loves creative mode

-Loves amplified worlds but his computer can't support it

-Fantastic with a bow

Cartman:

-The fucking worst to play with

-Super annoying

-Griefs and kills everyone a lot and got banned from Stan and Kyle's survival server

-Actually not bad at building and likes creative mode a lot

-He likes super flat worlds mostly, but his favorite biome is deserts

-Survival mode bores him tbh

-He likes multiplayer minigames though, tends to do that with the guys a lot because he actually helps them when they're in a team

-Good at PVP

-He and Kenny and Butters play on a creative world and build stuff together. He's still annoying but more tolerable there.

-His skin is one that's like solid black or it's some sort of joke, maybe a famous cartoon character.

-One time on a popular minecraft server, it was some cute boy skin and Kyle made fun of him. He preceded to change the skin to hitler, got reported and banned, and threw a massive fit about it.

-Definitely tricked a few kids online into giving him their minecraft accounts. Only after he was tricked first though.

Butters:

-Not very good at PVP but he tries

-Very good at making aesthetically pleasing builds!!

-Usually starts out the game living with other people or in a village

-Renovated a village and built onto it until he had a thriving little town. It was actually really well organized and taken care of.

-He strip mines a lot. Has really good gear.

-Fishes a lot too

-One night when he was online alone and was feeling a bit chaotic, intentionally disorganized all of Kyle's chest. Kyle flipped out about it.

-Favorite biome is coral reef, beaches, or good ol plains biomes.

-He doesn't kill many mobs in the games. Doesn't even really tend to fight hostile ones unless he has to because he'd prefer running/sleeping if it's at night. He does farm animals though!

-Makes a lot of potions

-HATES the nether

-Hates the end less but gets nervous going between islands

-Probably got the next elytra after Kenny (the other boys were busy fighting shulkers and he just built up to the ship with dirt. Kyle wasn't particularly pleased)

-Made personalized skins for everyone who wanted them

-Good at interior design

-Enjoys creative mode more than survival but plays both

-One of the kids Eric tricked into giving their login information

[nicky999doors]

I’ve been trying so hard for my next album to be something for the summertime something for the girls to get ready to and instead I’m talking about being Torchless

[xxsupernovastar]

And this is the payoff for a Torchless run. All dem loots.

[blackroseraven]

Completed my Bloodmoon Campaign.

Got Dismas there at least, so he was able to see through the job to the end. We absolutely made a joke out of the Heart of Darkness, especially between Dismas’ Ripostes and the Hellion... being the Hellion.

Admittedly got really lucky with the clone fight. He summoned like TWO Imperfect Reflections right away, which is better than the usual 10 rounds of murdering Perfect Reflections until he finally calls out one. I also never really thought about how the first part of the fight is really where the real threat is: as outright damaging as the Heart is, it still only gets one turn. If all four of them lock on to a marked character at once they can pretty much instantly cause either Death’s Door or a Resolve Check if you don’t respond fast enough to put out the fire.

So yeah. Like. Once we got past DD2 I was pretty confident we were going to finish well. Honestly, the Necromancer Lord was a harder fight than this. Then again, the Necromancer Lord immediately summoned a Bone General and my usually-dependable Houndmaster whiffed on 90% of his attacks. We had to deal with two extra turns of fighting because he completely missed two 90% attacks at the end. I felt like we were playing XCom or something.

Now for the Crimson Court and the Farmstead, which means the Thing From The Stars, which I can usually deal with, and the Fanatic, which I... will be happy if he doesn’t party wipe me.

Overall like. I actually found Bloodmoon a lot more exciting and satisfying. Like, I’m not saying Darkest Dungeon isn’t a tough game, but it is honestly mostly fair, even if you occasionally get horrible runs of bad luck. It’s not nearly as difficult as Iratus - which is still probably my favorite game in this genre - but it’s got a lot of additional ways by which you can challenge yourself, often rewarding you for doing so.

So I’m happy that I can continue it in the postgame, and I look forwards to seeing how we do with torchless runs and all the other ways I can make my life more difficult for myself.

[list-me-the-reasons-why]

everytime i play darkest dungeon i have to pray to RNJesus to not constantly crit my favorite heroes and flood the graveyard