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Had lunch with one of my players, and they asked if I was sad that the party was so chaotic for my semi serious worldbuilding. I said no. Me building a magical aristocratic hierarchy that answers only to 5 immortal beings is my fun part. Them fighting over trying to marry the one with fun hair is their fun part and my bonus fun part.

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Brennan would play the bagpipes.

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i do think it says a lot about dropout that their ceo can ‘crash out’ on instagram live for 30 minutes and no one, at any point, believes he’s being genuine. dropout have cultivated such faith and belief from their audience that they can pull bits like this off, because we all believe in the pay off and we trust that whatever they are doing is good and worth it

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Was this foreshadowing a Crown of Candy or was this the idea catalyst?

Because THIS screams foreshadowing vvv

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Wealwell Gotch = Mary Sue Gilear (affectionate)

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We're all in agreement that he took that picture, right? Comfrey, Olethra, and both her parents are in it. So it was probably Daisuke behind the camera

It's all right, kid

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I feel like everyone is moving on from D20: On a Bus so fast, but the season really meant so much to me. These are My People, and I will be thinking about them forever.

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Not the Gastronauts season premiere email going out an hour too early. I have been bamboozled

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Can't wait!

Hey Dropout, whatcha doin with this?

@samreich

Anything you want to tell us, Samuel?

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OaB angst will always be relevant

Affinity

Lint spent so long wandering aimlessly, blowing through the world, keeping pieces of his journey to build himself up. He thought if he didn't feel like he had substance on his own, he could create it with the help of the world around him. To fill the emptiness he felt inside, he collected. His body became a hall of fame of sorts, cataloguing his victories, his failures, his close calls, and evidence of experiences he wished he could forget.

The cat hair could remind him of the month he spent in that crazy lady's apartment in NOHO 55. The crumbs from his week at the In-N-Out on Lankershim to this day makes him itchy when the weather is bad. The dust from the library marked some of his fonder memories. It was safe there. He was comfortable. Bits of his life built a portable museum.

Nothing compared to his favorite exhibit of all, though, her. Her sweet as candy smile could light up any room. She would always smell of nostalgia, joy, and soy. Her ever present enthusiasm could make even grumpy Little Army crack a smile on occasion. The first time she hugged him, his fibers were colored just the faintest tinge of blue. You could barely see it, but she was so embarrassed. The humidity, she hadn't thought. She was so sorry, but he was ecstatic. She had an exhibit now. He tried to keep his cool.

That blue tinted edge became his favorite thing about himself. Even in such a small way, if he could be like her, he'd take it. If he could keep her with him forever, he'd cherish it. Her shade of blue was all he saw when he shut his eyes at night, and it's all he ever wanted to see when he opened them. She was perfect.

But now, under the incandescent lights of a hot pink bus, her exhibit becomes a memorial. A slice of life becomes a highlight reel. A shard of candy coating rocks on the floor as they hit a pothole. He waits for Top Hat to look away from it. It feels like hours. How could she be gone? How could they have failed her? How could he have failed her? She was his everything. Now he has nothing. He should have told her. He thought he'd have more time. Now he has to live with his cowardice. The blue fibers mock him, such a measly little artifact from someone who meant so much. He exhales and deflates some. He should have been different, been better, been something.

The shard sits on the ground, ridiculing him. His last opportunity for memorabilia is a reminder of the worst day of his life. Could he live only having a hint of her, that can be gaslit out of existence with some bad lighting? Or does he need more substance, even if it hurts? He looks around. Little Army Man is sitting with an inconsolable Hat across the aisle, neither giving him much thought.

A nonexistent clock ticks somewhere. If he could sweat, he would. If he could cry, he would. Something in his head snaps. He needs all of her that he can get, even if it's a bookmark of his failure to do the most important job he ever had.

He picks up the shard and freezes. It has lint on it, his lint. She carried him too. Even if it didn't mean the same to her as it did to him and even if she never even noticed, it was there. She held him, and he held her.

He turns the shard over.

m

M for memory. M for magical. M for most important. M for memorial. M for missed opportunities. M for massive failure. M for missing her. M for mine.

He places the shard next to his once favorite bit of himself, his bit of her.

He wishes life were different. He wishes he were better. He wishes she were here.

He wishes he could cry.

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Hey Dropout, whatcha doin with this?

@samreich

Anything you want to tell us, Samuel?

EDIT: It's been cracked. Episode 11 here we come.

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The driver looks over her shoulder with a witch-like smile. "Time for a battle." Her evil eyes glow with an off-putting joy. Maniacal laughter bubbles from a pool within her too deep to be mortal.

Panic sets in.

"With who?" Top Hat shrieks.

"Is the bus under attack!?!" Lint braces himself and eyes the other passengers frantically.

Bluey freezes in caution and confusion. Her friends always look out for her. Top Hat sticks beside her at every twist and turn. Lint surrounds her with care, almost giving pieces of himself. Even Little Army Man is distant but fierce in protection. They can solve this together.

But none of them could expect an attack within an attack. Top Hat sees it just a second too late. A hand descends toward her candy form, almost god-like in its unstoppability. Powerless to save herself, in an instant she is gone.

Silence.

But this deific murder is almost cosmically irrelevant. There is no time to mourn. Two flanking and nameless enemies? How could they even have prepared for that? One foe allpowerful and gone in an instant, the other still unannounced but ever present. The battle is still waging. Who is this second combatant? How is Bluey gone so fast? There's no time for any of them to process.

Top Hat is spiraling. Bluey, his love and best friend, has been ripped from him without so much as a word of warning. This doesn't make any sense.

Lint is gutted; his love and best friend was torn from his life in a flash. She probably never even knew of the depth of his feelings. But that was always his problem, right? He never takes initiative. He doesn't act. And now he couldn't act to save her.

Little Army Man bubbles with silent rage. Calculating, she knows just how to channel that. Now, who is this invisible enemy?

Air. It's the air. It's the only explanation.

How do you fight air? You can only hold your breath for so long. Top Hat tirelessly tries to reason his way through the problem. If he can find an explanation, he can act. Lint rationalizes. He bargains. There has to be a meaning. This can't be for nothing.

Little Army Man however has the laser focus of her rage to aid her. She needs this. Emotions are difficult, but violence she could do. For Bluey. For all of them. In an odds defying move of old-fashioned plastic on plastic violence, she attacks, and she destroys the bus. The offending air is dispersed harmlessly. She feels a cheer from the great beyond, from her friend.

Abandoned and alone on the freeway, three friends plus one in spirit must make their way to LAX. But how can they without a bus? I suppose, we'll have to find out next week.

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Not saying I manifested this, but I manifested this.

D20 Sidequest Idea

Cast:

Sam Reich

Robert Reich

John Green

Hank Green

Brennan Lee Mulligan

Izzy Roland

DM:

Aabria Iyengar

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D20 Sidequest Idea

Cast:

Sam Reich

Robert Reich

John Green

Hank Green

Brennan Lee Mulligan

Izzy Roland

DM:

Aabria Iyengar

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this is my favorite edit. the freeze frame gets me every time

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I was going through the credits for the most recent game changer, because I was curious and I had the pleasure of finding out that Tired Italian Man's name is Manny Petty.

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Could the jar hand be van's? The curse takes it away and it transforms? Maybe?