:description "I'm Rain and I'm a sheet of paper! I also like to proclaim myself to be your friendly neighbourhood eldritch abomination and whether or not that is true, I suppose that's up to you!"
:instance-info "I'm also the #admin of this single-user (at least for now) instance!"
:interests "I often describe myself as addicted to #TTRPGs. In particular because I just can't resist hosting sessions! Currently interested in #pathfinder2e#vtm#40k"
That feel when the party goes from being super sad about a player character's death after they perished bringing back another player character from the dead -- then mid-session the party figures out that they have a way to revive said character that is cheaper than resurrection or reincarnation, AND THEN THEY GO AHEAD AND DO IT.
Here I was thinking I'd have the time do some interesting plot-stuff, but I guess actions have -- eh -- very mild-ish consequences? x)
The world was a darker place back then. No seriously, the stars were still in the process of coming together nicely. It was a time almost without time. Then Yog went and messed it all up... Anyway, who's up for cookies?
The human stared at the eldritch horror, whose multidimensional body was slipping in and out of three dimensional space, yet somehow mostly buried between the spaces of the dryer.
"What did you think would happen?"
"Don't judge, I wanted to know the secret of the missing socks."
"Did you figure it out?"
"Yeah. His name is Bob, and his house is quite lovely, albeit small."
