I’m running a pre-bought campaign in a sci-fi setting
Totally not-shady NPC: I’ll need you to retrieve my secret cargo from the abandoned spaceship, but it’s very private, so don’t look inside–
Player: Is it a girl in a box?
NPC: …What?
Player: This is a sci-fi story, and there’s a box you don’t want us to look into. There’s only ever one way that ends, and it’s always with a girl stuffed into a box.
Other Player: Hey, we don’t even know how big it is. It could just be a cigar box.
First Player: Okay, you’re right. It could be a bunch of sex toys. How big is the box?
NPC: It’s… uh… six feet long by three feet wide by three feet deep…
First Player:Ugh. Okay, fine. Somebody pack a crowbar and a spare set of women’s clothing. We need to go get this girl out of her box.
uhhhhhhh…….
One day I’m going to run a sci-fi campaign of some kind and there will inevitably be a girl-sized box that the players are not allowed to open
And when they open it instead of a girl there will be 12 possums that immediately escape and create possum-related mischief until they can be put back in the box.
This is supposed to just be a normal photo of Gritty with a youth hockey team, but because it’s GRITTY, it’s still the funniest thing I’ve seen all day.
This is like a file photo from a missing children’s case
“it’s him! It’s that stranger we saw outside Wawa. He’s in every one of these photos, always lurking in the background. Every single one.”
I was in a parade in Philadelphia with my school’s marching band and Gritty was running around us and I’ve gotta say, he’s far more terrifying in person. His eyes jiggle around a ton, which I did not expect, and he was acting like the trombone slides were about to impale him.
My last three brain cells when I attempt to microwave popcorn at 3am
here we see a self aware character attempting to use her invincibilty frames to survive the light, A duck who could escape for just a little bit but refuses to leave his friends behind and a child realizing his towns going to fall to shit without him
