I do like those little drawings of alternate hoards for dragons depending on size

We just wrapped up a campaign of DnD where one player ended up true polymorphing himself into a dragon.

I asked if he's now got hoarding tendencies? Was sad to get a no because they'd also become a cleric so they're now driven to be a driven follower to a god.
Boooo

The police were authorising fckin Nazis to parade at parliament while *at exactly the same time* the alleged Bondi shooters were getting terrorism training in the Philippines.
But sure, gotta look long and hard at those peace protesters.

Fukken siiiiick

Have convinced my partner that if we get a dog, we can name it Dogmeat (from Fallout fame) so I can shorten it to just Dog :)

I picked it up with 2.0 and have been enjoying it. It's not *astounding* story wise but hangs together well enough to show off the good bones of the combat. Feels good running fast mechs around while big slow ones tank shots and then additional friendlies turn up and crash rudely into my plans

You're not sure how you discovered this egress from The Mall, what curves you had to follow to find it, which paths you had to walk clumsily, what otherworldly denizens you alerted to your presence.
They watch you hungrily, hidden in the glow of artificial light. You've escaped again. Can you again?

You emerge from The Mall, passing an unseen but undeniably felt barrier. The real world rushes back to your senses with a pop. Smells of the city, the rumble of people, a gasp of air poisoned by us but incredibly ours still.
The Westfield's glows an unnatural incandescence behind you. And you leave

You supplicate at obelisks of Capitalism, faint moments of Real Space that drain your sanity as you attempt to find your goal in the impossible maze.
Pret is supposed to be a level up from here but I can see it below me somehow, along a hallway whose entry point is beyond my ken.