I feel weirdly caught, because I had a time during college when I could actually say “the usual please” in our local subway (the restaurant not the transportation vehicle).
Also I did program on the calculator in like 7th grade and studied mythological origins of witches and their bogs last month for a d&d round.
If I had not moved several kilometers away from my favourite bar, I swear some of the baristas would be communicating with me in grunts by now.
There was a period where me stepping in was followed by “The usual?” and a couple of times when they saw me out smoking just as the bar opened, so they just poured it without even asking me, as there was little point.
Life is too short to drive a Hyundai and eat the same meal every day though. Unless the Hyundai is one of their more performant EV models, in which case it can at least be fun.
Okay first of I actually meant hags not witches in general. (There is apparently a difference)
I found some weird ways of reproducing in DnD-hags, which I wanted to rework.
They reproduce (among other things) by devouring an infant and then giving birth to it… Yes, classical DnD.
I devised a method of hags coming to live in bogs as manifestations of people who died there.
Parts of the souls then make up the character of the hag or become multiple hags with different personalities. Hence some hags may be friendly to strangers wanting to pass their bog unharmed and others try to “devour” them by killing them in their bog.
I kept requesting the transportation subway travel to my stop until one day I forgot to ask and it still arrived at my stop. That’s when I understood what it felt like to fit in.
I feel weirdly caught, because I had a time during college when I could actually say “the usual please” in our local subway (the restaurant not the transportation vehicle).
Also I did program on the calculator in like 7th grade and studied mythological origins of witches and their bogs last month for a d&d round.
Not that big of an innovator, though.
If I had not moved several kilometers away from my favourite bar, I swear some of the baristas would be communicating with me in grunts by now.
There was a period where me stepping in was followed by “The usual?” and a couple of times when they saw me out smoking just as the bar opened, so they just poured it without even asking me, as there was little point.
Life is too short to drive a Hyundai and eat the same meal every day though. Unless the Hyundai is one of their more performant EV models, in which case it can at least be fun.
Say more. Asking for … Umm … A friend. Yes, I have those.
Okay first of I actually meant hags not witches in general. (There is apparently a difference)
I found some weird ways of reproducing in DnD-hags, which I wanted to rework.
They reproduce (among other things) by devouring an infant and then giving birth to it… Yes, classical DnD.
I devised a method of hags coming to live in bogs as manifestations of people who died there.
Parts of the souls then make up the character of the hag or become multiple hags with different personalities. Hence some hags may be friendly to strangers wanting to pass their bog unharmed and others try to “devour” them by killing them in their bog.
(That is the gist of it)
I kept requesting the transportation subway travel to my stop until one day I forgot to ask and it still arrived at my stop. That’s when I understood what it felt like to fit in.