Quick Background: I’m a dwarf wizard who relies on his sack of 40 or so throwing hatchets more than his magic. My friend is the DM. We often lose count of how many hatchets I go through in one fight.
DM: Ok, so you hit twice…missed once…uh…
Me: I had like 32 when I started. Probably closer to 36.
DM: Shit, uh, ok…ah, fuck it. I hereby grant you a sack of infinite throwing hatchets.
And that day, I had the most fun I’d ever had. The only drawback was I had to give up Magic Missile for it…
Posted 481 weeks ago
parents: what did you do today
me: nothing
parents: wELL OBVIOUSLY YOU DID SOMETHING!!! DID YOU JUST LOOK AT A *WALL* ALL DAY????????
me: to be frank i did many things but you and I both know that you know very little about my interests and I know that you don't particularly care to learn about them and I don't have the mental capability to put up with you dismissing the things that make me happy so for the sake of brevity and my emotional well being: i did nothing
Posted 482 weeks ago
me: please, for the love of god, let me concentrate
my shit brain: taaaaake ooooon meeee, TAKE ON ME, TAAAAKE MEEE OOOOOON
these kids are so ahead of their time this looks like a sketch from adult swim that was never quite finished but its so abstract and post modern theres some sort of meaning to this and im dying to figure it out before its too late