I Wanna Talk About This Shot

figured i might as well do something with this blog, have a t-shirt design i did for the meme

Made some bug pixel art :3

Red dead redemption fucks you up man.

You literally can't do anything the same anymore after playing, I'm sitting in work thinking about my horses and wondering which one I'll ride to die with Arthur - I love them all so much that I wish I could save them all.

I even randomly think about the thimble Jack wants, I have no idea where to find it but nobody at hanging dog ranch has had it in all the times I've raided it.

I think about the sun and the stars, the dusty plains of West Elizabeth and the grasslands of New Hanover, I think about Tall Trees and the canyons of New Austin, the mountains, the snow, the peaceful times camping under the night sky.

And you find yourself yearning for it, despite how awful, unforgiving and unfair the time period was.

You can't go back to those days, it's definitely for the best, you'll lose yourself if you focus so much on wanting something from so far in the past.

Whatever you're yearning for, look for it in your future, your present time, find it and run with it. Life is too short to live in the past, live in the time you have now and thrive.

The worst thing I ever did at a D&D table was when our DM ran out of place name ideas and told us the name of the port town we needed to go to was "Bar Harbor".

So I tricked him into roleplaying the slightly-too-helpful town guard into giving us directions to- Well you see, the party has been out in the wilderness for like a MONTH, we're all a mess, the dwarf's beard is out of control, so can you tell us- Where can we find the Bar Harbor Barber?

But we were not done. We each took turns, like a pack of velociraptors.

We also had Dryad in the party and a few of her branches got broken in a fight and now her whole canopy is unbalanced and it looks awful, but she really needs to see a specialist, is there a Bar Harbor Arbor Barber?

The Paladin also wanted to look in on a small church he'd heard of, that the city had a patron saint, who was boiled alive in a cauldron of ale, so where is the temple of the Bar Harbor Larger Martyr?

It was around this point that Chris started to tire of this nonsense.

The bard, naturally, wanted to go carousing, and he'd heard this town had some of the most attentive and welcoming Ladies of the Night on the continent, known by thier brightly colored stocking bands, so had he seen any of the Bar harbor Ardor Parlor Farber Garters?

Chris immediately escalated to threats of a Total Party Kill.

Unfortunately, I'd had time to prepare and-

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to know if you'd seen my cousin."

"...Your cousin?"

"Yeah, I know it's a long shot, but he's got a pretty distinctive appearence and you might have seen him around town."

"Oh No-"

"Okay so he's Welsh and the whole family used to be in the wagon-making business but he got into clothes manufacture until there was an accident with a lamp black dye and now he's permanently stained a sooty color and that really turns heads, so now he's got a job drawing in crowds for the city funded swap meet- no, not the Drow that also works there, I mean like the inside of a fireplace- anyway, he got tired of people mixing the two of them up so he started wearing this fancy armor with a magical +1 charisma bonus-"

"Gallus I swear to God I *WILL* Summon the Tarraqsue-"

"-So have you seen my cousin, Arthur Carter, former Sartor but now he's the Darker Harker for the Charter Barter of Bar Harbor, the one with the Charmer Armor?"

Amazingly, we survived the Tarrasque.

Zolf’s Sea Shanty (extended)

I’m a lonesome drunken dwarven sailor, I am on the sea I can take to the sea whenever I do please I like to be on the sea I like it when I float I want this boat to not sink  Please don’t sink, please don’t sink boat

When e’er the sea’s a-ragin and the boat is really small And I’ve got friends inside who shouldn’t be at sea at all I yell up at the sky Beg god to let me stay afloat I want this boat to not sink Please don’t sink, please son’t sink boat

There’s a robot that controls the world it fills me with apall I’m starting to find I do not trust my god at all There’s no chance for escape Camaraderie I can’t promote I need this boat to not sink Please don’t sink, please don’t sink boat

I see no more point in trying to keep my group together here We’ll only have more fights if I continue to stay near There is no choice but to leave And no more words here left to quote I’ll leave so the boat won’t sink Please don’t sink, please don’t sink boat

I’m a lonesome legless dwarven sailor, on the sea again Solving awful weather with some old and some new friends Time is of the essence And the knife’s up to our throat I want this boat to not sink Please don’t sink, please don’t sink boat

Watching 1 horror film everyday in October 13/31

Scanners (1981), dir. David Cronenberg

hand studies in ink

alternate title: Lightning Strikes the Heart

a japanese guy who made a bunch of creepy pasta videos a long time ago (you’ve probably seen Youtube666, he made that) is playing through minecraft for the first time and he’s not using any guides or anything other than the in-game guidebook and he’s fucking. doing it in such a buddhist way.

like, he’s so patient and detached from all of the stuff he’s gotten.

in the newest episode he destroyed 14566 blocks of bridge and blew up his original house just because he learned about xyz coordinates by accidentally pressing F5 and he wanted his house to be at the X:0 coordinate.

also look at this quarry. it’s his 5th quarry.

look at this absolute fucking massive hole.

and it’s not like “HELLOOOOO EVERYBODY WHAT IS UP, TODAY WE’RE GONNA BE PLAYING MIIIIIINECRAAAAFT” he’s just like. a quiet 30 year old japanese man who speaks very precisely and politely. and he even does his own english captions which are overlayed on the video and he uses emoticons like (0u0)/

he’s so wonderful and cute.