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I think we should teach David Lynch how to use RPGMaker and see what happens

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new guy discovered

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there will be a puzzle where one of your targets is a web infrastructure engineer who puts backdoors in iphones or something and he's wearing a randomly generated fursuit and you must deduce which one he is using a series of clues And I think there should be like an interaction where furrty-seven can wear different suits to get to different areas where he makes a different animal joke each time like

[in a hyena suit, rizzing up Jasonafex] "You and I are both...opportunistic predators." [Wearing the LED color-changing suit of a popufur dj] "you look different bra" "I just shed my skin." [Killing target using a skunk suit with lethal chemical in the tail] "K-koff...something sm-smells like..." "Gas, Mister Wusky."

this will make David Bateson quit playing this part

They’ll never do a Hitman level set in a Furry Convention because gamers would absolutely ruin it but imagine. like the target isn’t a furry he just owns a hotel that happens to have one every year but you can disguise yourself in a fursuit and some guy will ask you “what species is your sona” and 47 would be like “a wolf. i always felt a connection with…hunters.” and then diana would be like “let’s see if you can sniff out some information, furrty-seven” and then he comes to my house and kills me for writing this

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me shortly before throwing a pipebomb into a room full of redditors who still theorycraft about laura palmer being a superweapon or some stupid shit instead of actually engaging with the story's themes

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Do you;;; do you believe in Santa?

Okay, what do you think is more likely:

A: a massive group of conspirators, involving essentially every government, civil organisation, military power, and law-enforcement body in the entire world has assembled to prevent evidence of Father Christmas's nonexistence, whilst simultaneously sending anonymous black-ops stealth teams to infiltrate EVERY HOUSEHOLD ON EARTH, EVEN HIGH-SECURITY PRISONS, and place gifts in stockings, all for no reward or immediate benefit to themselves, and that they have been doing this continuously for hundreds of years.

B: Santa.

Think about it for just a bit, anon.

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Jefferson Starship...you built this city.

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Planet of the bass is gonna get made into a real song and it's gonna chart in every country that speaks english and several that don't

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The natural state of the white boy is to be busting it down sexual style...but generations of inhumane breeding have resulted in many white boys who just can’t dance...

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MONDAY Women boxing on a roof 1938

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Sum creechurs :3

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Given what games like Blades in the Dark were able to do in one book, these days I just sorta presume any game with multiple purchases necessary before play must be some kind of racketeering operation.

I think there's been some talk about how one of the design goals of One D&D seems to be a focus on making the digital tools more important and given that there's talk inside Hasbro along the lines of D&D having more potential for monetization I wouldn't be surprised if WotC were to try some kind of "D&D as a service" thing.

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wtf……gay little furries

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GARION

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Ah shit on me nan this is cool

I should’ve done this earlier in the month, but fuck it, here’s HORROR SENTAI FRIGHTOGER

“The Frightogers are a secret order of recently deceased undead warriors, duty bound to protect the living from malicious spirits in exchange for earning a second chance at life.”

DracuRed, GillBlue, FrankenGreen, LycanYellow, MummyWhite, and PhantoBlack (the “Green Ranger” of the group)

also i didn’t feel like shading this, lol

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A Case Study in Guilt

Earlier today I visited her, at about 9:30 AM. I stayed until 11:40. She had fallen down and asked me to replace her oxygen tube. She complained, beginning at about 10:30, of a searing pain in her chest, but told me it was nothing great--just a painkiller wearing off, she told me. She was lucid and bright-eyed. This would be the last time I saw her.

I feel guilty. I know I should not, but I do. I believe I am choosing to, in the deepest recesses of my mind where the conscious process does not venture. The choice to feel guilty is one I am making to preserve my own mind. How could it benefit me, you wonder, to torment myself with unnecessary guilt?

Because the alternative is to feel powerless. The alternative is to resign myself to the senseless tragedy of life. I know that there was nothing I could have done. No way I could have known that this was "the big one". But I will live the rest of my life feeling that I should have known, that I could have known, that this would have turned out differently if I had done something else, because anything else would be like giving up. As long as I tell myself deep down that I *could* have done something, I'm not really letting her die. I'm living forever in that moment between 9:30 and 11:40 on July 29 2020, where the rain was gently pattering against the window and we were watching the Heathers musical together. That moment, that memory, ends when I say "there was nothing I could do". Even though I know that's true, she does not die until I truly accept that in my heart of hearts.

It is believed that every basic human emotion was developed as an evolutionary function. Survivor's guilt, contrary to prevailing opinion, is not an irrational defect. It is a method by which the mind protects itself, from the things it cannot protect against.

Rest in peace, grandmother. 

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