Hello!! My name is Erin!! I make 3D models, I stream sometimes, and I sometimes make posts about being trans! Other than that, I reblog things I find interesting or funny. Feel free to stick around!
Note: I am by no means a professional in health or otherwise. This is personal experience. I made this as a metaphor to help my parents understand me better.
My players in DnD keep asking me to make sure not to kill them. And I always say "Of course not! I don't want to kill your players!"
But then they do shit like teaming up with a small group of Mind Flayers to take on a group of devils and demons that drove them out of their home.
Just three Mind Flayers and two players. Who are level 8 total. Who are now deep in a cavern taking on an army.
Listen players, I don't want to kill you but this is going to be hard to keep you alive. I gave them the Mind Flayers to help take some of the damage, but two of them are already mostly dead.
I think I'll give them a dragon to help out next...
Count Dooku: The Republic is corrupt and undemocratic, and the Jedi are elitist and out of touch, they have opressed us for far too long!
Separatist: I agree! We need to make a new path, down with the Republic, we'll join you!
Count Dooku: Good choice my friend! Welcome to the Dark Side of the Force. My name is Darth Tyrannus. You can join me at the Star Destroyer Malevolence with my friend, General Grievous.