can't stop thinking about how the "convinced to return for one last job" trope is a kind of resurrection. digging up a restless corpse that maybe should have stayed buried.
I got new armour for LARP and it's so much lighter than my reenactment kit it's unreal. I'm wearing maile under that and I still feel like I could do a cartwheel!
if I had a nickel for every time I made a kind of doomed female city of mist character with an undead mythos I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it does put my ability to create original characters into question
remembered how cool radiation is. or more accurately how it can be interpreted cos actual radiation just kills you. time to inflict this on my DnD setting.