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What if I made TTRPG content haha jk unless?
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Not having a job is funny cause I’m like “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA time to drink, everyday is a weekend now 😎 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

this love is blind season is so boring “Oh are you also lactose intolerant?” “Oh yeah I like pickles. Not all pickles. Like. The ones in the bags in gas stations” “Oh yeah” Somebody lie to someone or something my god

My new rules-lite ttrpg system: say thing you want, roll a die (any), add a number if you think you really deserve it

Turns out the hardest part of developing DnD content is organizing testing sessions, which should have been a surprise at all and yet here I am with my hands on my hips looking flummoxed

This is the moment George goes beyond the pale. The absolute risk of eating from the trash when your partner’s mom is in the next room over with no one to play interference. The man has no strategic awareness at all. The fool.

Begging, praying, hoping a game dev will eventually find a way to make dialogue systems fun to play with. Good writing can boost it only so far

Insane that George Costanza chose to order a sundae at a tennis match and then chose to eat it like this as if no one would be repulsed. Freak of a man.

Gonna walk around the capitol wearing a name tag that says “I’m supposed to be here” since that’s apparently all you need to dissuade Congress from investigating further

My experiment of acting as an asshole for a year has yielded no ghosts, so I’m happy to report there is no afterlife and also we’re all free to be terrible

My least favorite thing about cooking at someone else’s house is somehow everyone i know has some freak ass oven mitt where you have to hold things between your finger tips or there’s some massive hole in the palms

Dreading the day my running store emails me to tell me their severs have been hacked and my 3d scanned feet are now on the dark web