I apologize for lashing out. One of my players threw themselves in acid after they were fully aware it was in fact acid. I did not and still do not know how to deal with that.
In the very first D&D game that I ever played, our party was standing right outside the entrance to a dungeon. Part of the area was covered in a red energy field. Inside the red energy field, all of the grass was dead, and right on the border between the area inside the energy field and outside of it, there was a collection of dead animals, insects, and other forest creatures. As we watched, a little bunny came hopping up, hopped into the red energy field, and, the moment that it entered the field, instantly dropped dead.
Guess what one of our players decided to do next. Take a wild fuckin guess.
Our DM literally set up a colour block puzzle for us and by the end of it one PC was stranded in the astral plane and we’d permanently lost one of the four Mystical World-saving MacGuffins.
In one of our very first
campaigns the villain put our group into a labyrinth and told us some
ominous shit about he we miiight get out of there.
We were in the labyrinth
for at least 4 hours. Probably more like 5 ½.
We had tried everything,
following intructions, doing the opposite of the instructions. The
mages had analysed the labyrinth, and found that it had SOME KIND of
magic in it. We had questioned the npcs inside the labyrinth, tried
to force them to us what they knew. Nothing worked. Every player was
this close to losing it, one was standing at the windows, staring off
into the distance. Our DM was both amused and incredibly done with
our bullshit.
We had no idea what to do,
our DM was giving us little hints, which we didn’t get. It was awful. Until
one of our dwarf mercenaries proclaimed that he would now smash his
head against the wall out of frustration.
And guess what. The
Labyrinth shattered and our group stood in a 10x10 room. It had been
a magically enhanced mirror labyrinth. We had been walking in circled
the last couple of hours.
[griffin mcelroy voice] “yeah this is not a fucking puzzle, it is essentially a junior jumble”
i’m starting to hate the frequency of pinterest as a google result more than i hate pinterest itself. listen, google, googly-mate, pinterest isn’t a fuckign source. I want the sites those pictures came from because those are the ones with information such as dates, which is the entire point of the thing I am googling.
Damn right. How the hell am I supposed to find tutorials on how to do wire work or bead weaving when the first howevermany pages of Google results are some idiot’s cluster of Pinterest collections of those tutorials?
SOMEONE ELSE HATES PINTEREST AS MUCH AS I DO
not only does it fuck with sourcing images, but you can’t even SEE the images unless you have a ~pinterest account~ which I have zero interest in acquiring; it does this so completely adorable coy little thing where it shows you half the page and then when you scroll down it goes *complicated tiresome flower emoji face* JOIN PINTEREST 2 SEE MORE! *complicated tiresome flower emoji face* and my systolic reading spikes.
and google lists individual pinterest pages as separate results, so if a picture is popular, there can be HUNDREDS of pinterest listings before you find anything you could possibly trace back to a source.
listen, all my art bros who are mad about people not sourcing art, i dig that, i agree that sourcing is important, but maybe stop saying reverse image search is easy or ‘30 seconds’ or whatever. sometimes it’s just straight up impossible because fucking pinterest ruins everything.
SUPER EASY WAY TO AVOID PINTEREST: type your query and then -pinterest
7 of the first 12 results are from pinterest
zero items from pinterest not a single one I’m free
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
