I knitted a bug scarf made out of yarn that I dyed in bug juice and spun and I feel fucking invincible

I reel back from a bad take on my phone, pinching my eyes closed in disbelief, then realise I can smell the deafening stench of unwashed bodies long confined in closed space. it is the spring of 1847 aboard the HMS Terror, and we have just opened the last tins of our rations. finally, I am free.

Oh, cool, you got the $20 Kanye shirt. You should wear it to work !!

I need to start really sharing my work, spun these bad boys!

MFW they charge luigi with terrorism, thus admitting there is a class war and they make the rules *blasts Brennan Lee Mulligan speech*

Told my players I needed a couple weeks off to rest my stressito brain.

Immediately starts writing the most fucked up scenarios imaginable for this weekends return session OOOOOOOOP