How many of you are on minimum or low-paid jobs? How many of you struggled to get by during the pandemic? How many of you have families to take of and that keeps you up at night? How many of you fantasize about owning a house or a car but know you have a better chance of winning the lottery?
Now how many of you are depending on crypto to get you out of your dire situation because you literally have no other options?
I know from being on this sub a long time a lot of us are doing this because we are banking on crypto to get us out of the gutter and achieve a level of financial freedom our broken economic systems could never help us achieve. 99% of the posts you see here aren't of people hoping to become millions despite all our joking about moons and Lambos. The majority of "cashing out" posts you see are for modest, reasonable goals. Going to college, taking care of elderly parents, getting by in poor countries, owning a house. These are all things that in our age of technological advancement and productivity should be considered bare essentials and yet here we are betting it all on magic meme money to save us and give us the minimum we hoped for out of life.
Musk, Bezos, Zuckerberg, and the rest of them are literal symbols of the broken systems that have led us here and necessitated the creation of crypto to allow us to claw back a tiny bit of agency in this crazy world. Their bloated assets, larger than many countries' GDP, give them the kind of power 1000 ancient kings couldn't even dream of. They aren't on our side. If there was the mere hint that crypto could threaten their status or wealth you bet your ass they would turn on us in a second.
Don't simp for Musk if he pumps your bags for a few days, he didn't make his billions by helping people intentionally. Crypto is for the people now and always.
I’ve always wanted to play this game being a big SWTOR fan but was always put off because of the combat, recently bought an IPhone 11 and I though why not? And oh my good I love this game so much, have you guys got any tips you can give me :)
Be.. Me. A Halfling Monk.
Traveling with a Dwarf Paladin of Tempest, a Kobold Rogue, and two Human Barbarians.
All watching as our Human Cleric with his NPC servant goes looking for some ivory for a spell.
Being in a noble playground area, he happens to Nat 20 find a home with Ivory for handrails. Using his Noble status, he requests a presence with the lord and lady of the home. Turns out the Lord is out. But the Lady is home. Alone.
So very alone.
After failing to talk her into selling him some of her husbands less desired hunting trophies, the very sauced woman is convenced to put them up for a bet.
Cards are played with condience as the Cleric of Tymora revels in the game of chance, in the name of the Goddess of Luck.
And is promptly trounced by the heavily intoxicated woman.
And her prize? Him.
Background, our poor cleric happens to be faithfully married but can't seem to think of a way to say "No". So, out comes his Hat of Disguise.
"My Lady, I must tell the truth. I am not a nobleman. But a commoner in disguise!"
Cue screaming and accusations of rape.
Guards charge in and the cleric puffs invisible with some divine magic, dodging wild swings of weapons to a different corner of the house.
Like he's Hitman, he uses his Disguise Hat to swap into the guise of a guard, sneak around to grab the ivory then spider walk down the wall of the mansion.
He thought himself home free. But we knew better.
Remember the NPC Servant?
By the time he made it to his carriage, the guards were already headed there. We just saved the town from Giants so everyone knew us.
Bang, Bang, Bang "Open up!"
Attempts to bullshit that he never left fail and he slams the door in their faces. Before they can tear it down, though, some more magic come into play and he struts out with brilliant gold armor, a booming voice and radiant light as the door flies open. (Double Nat 1s Intimidation) and falls flat on his face.
The guards, and now Me and the Dwarf Paladin, take the cleric back to the mansion where the noble woman lay on her fainting couch. Going on about rape. The NPC is retrieved and our Paladin, done with this, Struts up.
"All right. Everyone except you two (cleric and noblewoman) keep out of this circle. Submit to a Zone of Truth otherwise."
At that threat, the Noblewoman immediately drops charges and casts us all out.
Then we ragged the cleric the rest of the day for it.
Moral of the story: Keep a Bard in your party or other people will have to soak u... keep reading on reddit ➡
From a Facebook comment: “I don’t see a cute plaything when I see a baby, I see a huge responsibility. A responsibility big enough that it will consume years of my life. It’s not a puppy or a kitten that can survive in the house on its own. You literally need to be present with the baby all the time. Every action is going to factor into growing and shaping the destiny of that baby. The world is going to shit because we all have issues that can be traced back to our parents. Being a parent is the most important job on the planet. So stop giving birth to babies because they are cute. You are ruining the baby and the world we live in.”
TLDR: People need to stop having children just because they think they’re cute, they’re a major real life responsibility!!!
Basically, I'm having issues with reasons/motivations why the Mists would send the PCs to Durst Manor when we eventually find out Strahd hates people at Durst Manor for stealing former PCs/playthings he brought over. Also, how do you avoid the dreaded "railroading" pattern if the Mists basically force the PCs to go there? How did you get your players to go inside? Finally, what methods did you use to keep your players inside until they completed the Manor?
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I’ve been in several relationships or had potential romantic interests but all my experiences were pretty horrible. The men I dated treated me like a game and often played with my feelings, just wanted sex and/or abused me.
I don’t want to be with anyone who is like that. Am I going to be forever alone? I crave for a deep, meaningful connection but I haven’t found someone like this yet.
Always loved this saying and boy does it apply to weed smoking for me. The less I have going on, the stronger the cravings. Never in my life have I looked forward to Monday’s but here I am.... day 38, not today devil
Name: Andrew Trufant
Age: 1,647. He counted, and he's counting how old he is in Earth years. Physically, he's 28.
Species: Humanoid / Mannick.
Class: Sand Maurader.
Look: A 6'8, broad man, built wide, he wears a Ski-Mask that covers only the lower half of his face. His dark-black iris' matches the pupil, but is in stark contrast to his pale sclera. He has black hair is in a curly mess, hanging down just below his forehead. He can still see, as the strands dont hang past his brow, and if you see below his mask, a soft set of stubble surrounding a Van Dyke. His skin is darkened, of a dark olive tone, fitting to his grey leather padding on his shoulders, elbows, and knees, aswell as his light cloth hoodie, and jeans beneath. He wears heavy combat boots, similar to Timbs, with a satchel on one side and on the other a holster, holding a gun. On his back he carries a pair of axes, with darkened black blades.
(Racial) The Heat Of The Desert - Sometimes, travel back at home got rough. Hot. I'm used to the heat.
With the assistance of a resistance to heat and fire, he's weaker to Cold and Freezing attacks.
(Racial) Built. - Our race is big. Broad. Powerful. We seem human, but minor differences make us better hunters than you'll ever be.
A bigger, stronger body allowing for more power, better speed, and more stamina.
Sandy Style - Life in the desert of Kaleel was harsh, but I survived. Can't you tell, blind man?
With a better knowledge of Plants and Animals, he's a fierce hunter with the ability to see through to Organic, Natural enemies weaknesses.
Worn. - I've been in my own good set of scraps. Believe me. Shit hurts.
He has a minor resistance to pain, increased adrenaline not making him feel it til the fight is over. His healing is increased due to the way his body has been worn down.
Full Sand Manipulation - You dont think I win? You'll see.
He can control sand, up to a 20 meter radius around him. Can be formed however he wants.
Sandy Storm - There's rocks and sand everywhere. You just have to call it to be effective.
He summons a wave of Sand, crashing over a length of 5 feet, and the wave reaching up 7 feet. The strength of this wave is comparable to an elephant. 3 turn cooldown.
Sand Toss. - Sometimes it only takes well-thrown a rock to take down Goliath. Just ask David.
He summons a ball of Sand, and throws it at high speeds.
Blackened .45 - a Black Jericho 941.
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