This is not a spell where you can raise a holy symbol and have your deity pay the cost for you.
Doesn’t matter how tough or swift you made your character. Doesn’t matter what sort of broken, overpowered, totally legal character builds you’ve prepared.
Eventually, bad rolls are going to catch up to you. Eventually, you will bite off more than you can chew (alright, that one is more like “immediately” for most players). Or perhaps, and this is a BIG perhaps, you might be roleplaying character development and having your character give their life for a higher cause.
But mostly you die because of failed dice rolls and overwhelming force and/or numbers.
So, what happens when we die? Theologians and scientists will give you all sorts of answers and criteria for considering that question, but thankfully for gamers, games have had more solid rules. Let’s look at them, shall we?
“You’re…kind of a prideful wanker, aren’t you?”
“I’m a very large dragon with a very large library. I’ve earned it.”
And we’re back with this month’s short story! Because yes, The Write Stuff also sometimes writes stuff. It’s almost as if the name was picked deliberately!
So, the image which inspired this week’s story is:
And as you can obviously see, credit for the picture belongs to Lindsey Burcar!
Yes, I am aware that a dragon is four-legged with wings, a wyvern is two-legged and uses its wings as forearms, and wyrms are essentially giant snakes. BUT I MUST ALWAYS HAVE A PUNNY TITLE. THAT WAS THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS BLOG.
So come, stay awhile and listen! …OK, read with your eyes, because you are viewing this online and using a different set of senses. Unless, of course, you transcribe this and convert it to text-to-speech…
I UNDERSTAND TIMING IS IMPORTANT IN THE COURTSHIP RITUALS OF SURFACE-DWELLERS.
ONCE AGAIN, THE MONTH APPROACHES ITS LAST WEEKEND. AND THIS PATHETIC, SIMPERING BLOG SHALL ONCE AGAIN PROVIDE ENTERTAINMENT IN THE FORM OF A PIECE OF HASTILY PRODUCED FICTION.
AND THIS WEEK’S VISUAL CREATION ON WHICH IT IS BASED IS:
CLEARLY, THIS WILL BE A MOST TENDER AND INTIMATE ACCOUNT. IT IS MOST ASSUREDLY NOT WRITTEN UNDER DURESS OR MIND CONTROL. THE ELDER BRAIN WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING TO INFERIOR LIFEFORMS NO MATTER HOW MUCH THE INSECTS DESERVED IT FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO FIGHT IT.