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It’s like when you go to an office social event and realize you only ever talk to these guys about work stuff.
probably the weirdest fight I’ve had in DnD was in DnD 4e, where one of the official level 35 monsters was a sentient planet - and the directions for running the combat were just “draw a line across the battlemap, one side is space, the other side is the planet. Characters can attack any space that is “planet” and the planet can attack from any of its spaces”
The weirdest thing Konsi has ever fought was a magical feywild jellyfish that could turn its tendrils invisible, and create illusory “lures” on the ends of them to ensnare unwary travellers.
The weirdest thing Razira has ever thought was an extradimensional echo of a kraken that didn’t exist.
Make sure the planet didn’t have kids, they might take over the universe some day.
Or at least be it’s Guardians
Heads up I think the Next Comic link is broken in this one.
This is working for me - are you using the connect app?
I’m using Sync. If you look at one of your other links, they look like this:
https://ttrpg.network/post/1036898
But this post’s Next Comic link just seems like it’s a link to a number (1021263) instead of a URL.
Oh interesting. That works in the web client, but apparently not in 3rd party apps. I’ll make it into an absolute address.
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Awesome that works for me now. Allowed me to click through the whole series from the beginning. Thanks!
I think one of the weirdest fights I’ve had was in a D&D campaign where time travel was a thing. The way time travel worked, “the past” was a very distinct type of period from “the present”. In the past, everything was predestined - things had to work out the way they had worked out before, and if you violated that with your actions very bad things happened. Whereas in “the present” you had free will, you could make decisions and change how things worked out. The difference between the past and the present was simply whether you knew what was going to happen next.
So, we wound up in a situation where we needed to go far into the future and do a ritual. This was really, really bad because if we learned anything at all about what the future was like it would become “the present” and the whole rest of the timeline would become immutable. So before we went there we blinded and deafened ourselves so we’d have no idea what was going on.
Something attacked us. We had to fight back while doing our best not to learn anything about what we were fighting. We never found out how many things were attacking us, or what they were, or why they were attacking. It may have even just been some kind of environmental effect. We have no idea if our counterattacks did any damage. We just flailed around while trying to protect the party member who was doing the ritual, communicating with each other only via telepathy, and then as soon as it was done we time-traveled back to our “home” time.
Years later when the campaign ended the DM offered to tell us about what the heck had been going on, but we were so hardcore about following the “rules” of time travel that had been established that we still insisted he take that secret to his grave. The future had to remain unknown.
I’d find it funny if in a future game that DM runs, the party comes across a group of blind and deaf adventurers fighting a group of mutant slugs or something stupid like that. 😄
What would be best is if we end up having to fight the blind and deaf adventurers for some reason. :)
Your party just met up for the first time at this retro restaurant and the robowaitress asks what you want to order.
You don’t have much in the way of company credits, so it’s a bit awkward as you barely have enough for anything on the holomenu.
[…] Luckily, your new patron to be notices and says they’ll take care of it.
“5 breakfast lab-bacon sandwiches” and waives his credstick.
You don’t know much about the guy, but even if this job of his doesn’t pan out, a meal’s a meal.The corpo ad plays loudly on the holo:
Lab grown bacon is the closest thing to the real thing, 100% guaranteed
A small disclaimer, barely big enough to be legible scrolls in and out too quick, you make out the words “purge”, “reconstructed”, “flavor”, “simulation”, befit the thing pops out of existence the robowaitress heads off on skates.
It’s common historical knowledge, so you all know that actual pigs were all purged in huge mobile incinerators more than a decade ago after a bad wave of swine flu, so who’s to say what bacon was really like…
Rumour has it that the “lab” in labbacon is actually for labrador meat, which… you’re pretty sure is just an urban legend to scare kids into eating their synth-celery.
As you wait, your new patron cuts to the chase “So, before I spill the details on this job, tell me about yourselves? I like to know new contractors”
[…] /awkward roleplay […]He eyes you suspiciously, like he’s not quite sure what to make of y’all.
“Alright, that’s for us, I’m starving”, he says with a big smile as the robowaitress zooms across the busy room with a big platter, expertly and effortlessly zigzagging between customers, bums and other hazards.
Then there’s a loud crash and a bunch of weirdly dressed, blindfolded weirdos appear out of thin air, flailing, swinging, dancing?
They’re chanting something you can’t make out and they’re dressed even more ridiculously than in these old holomovies you’ve seen (describe your old party, focusing on how out of place they are).The platter goes flying and crashing as they start stomping around, seemingly intent on fighting your meal for some reason.
“Fucking Glitter addicts” Fixer McFixer Face mutters, standing up.
Roll initiative
On her turn, the robowaitress shouts a much louder, recorded message: “SIRS, THIS IS A WENDYS ™, DISPERSE IMMEDIATELY”
(After a few rounds of chaotic fighting or fruitless attempts at getting the intruders’ attention… they zap out of existence like they were never there, except for the mess.)
The robowaitress resumes her programming, bringing you a mostly empty platter with sad, smashed bits of food scattered here and there.
“Enjoy your meal, satisfaction guaranteed”
As she says the word guaranteed, there’s about 3 pages of legalese verbiage that scrolls in and out of existence faster than any human can probably ever read, classic. She storms off as soon as this blinks out.He picks at bits of thin leathery brown-greenish strips of pressed labbacon pulp, and whatever destroyed remains and sighs with a resigned look.
“Well, I don’t know what the fuck this was about, but it seems you can handle yourself, you’re in.”
Getting his credstick out, he reserves the table for another half hour and orders a new platter.(Start explaining their first job/adventure)
