Racthoh
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Cats - Hobbes and Theo Video Games - ARPGS, Souls-Like, Guild Wars, Tower Defense to name a few Aspiring Author - Actively querying my epic fantasy (open to DMs) Software QA - The less exciting day job Step-dad - Three awesome step kids
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Just my favorite video of them ever.
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Well shoot, now I need to find and mute the tag. That's awkward.
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#WIPSnips Dungeon. I was in a mental dungeon for 17 hours yesterday working through a work issue. Anyway.

Ethgar the Paladin recounts some of his experiences in the enemy stronghold.

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“There is a dungeon deep underneath the castle’s deepest fortifications. I saw, well, everyone. There were dwarves, humans, all manner of canine, feline, those of both Kyi and Aru-til Phandra, all shackled and in the process of dying or outright dead. I may have seen an elf as well, dead, my heart wept for them especially. I realized then we were all enemies of the Krale. Human Paladins against human soldiers of Krale, Damion against Tyrinal. I was hesitant at first to welcome him as an ally, but after being shackled in the same cell for a few days we began to share our stories,” Ethgar explained.
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Sun feeling good today. #Cats
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#WIPSnips Safe. Fully recovered, our hero begins to set off alone.

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“Where will you travel?” Lonel asked as I donned my attire. 
“As always, to where I am needed,” I replied.
“You won’t continue with the Order?”
“My interests have and will always be those of the elves. I need to find some way to communicate with my brethren and warn them that they are the true targets of the Krale force. No elf is safe so long as the Crimson walks this world.”
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A collage of Theo's belly for this chilly Tuesday. #Cats
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Oh I've absolutely had to dismiss it on a number of occasions because it was producing utter nonsense.
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That middle stat is a complete lie, unless it's talking about one chapter.

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I know. I played video games most of yesterday. Judgmental cat. #Cats
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#WIPSnips Miss. The fear of the necromancer comes to light as the party spies a great foe.

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“Fewer than ten, I’ve crossed fewer than ten Krale. Even with this count, it was impossible for them to have swept through the homes and killed everyone where they stood. They’re hiding, or we’re missing something critical,” Bedlam growled, my ally equally bemused by our situation.
“There ... is no death here. No, no, no. We need to run, we need to flee, now!” Damion’s voice shouted from behind.
I turned my head to see Damion standing off in the distance, a half dozen animated Krale skeletons at his side, with a varying number of limbs still attached. He worked with what Bedlam had left him. Damion raised his hand suddenly, pointing off to the opposite side of the fountain where a lone figure stood in a blackened, scorched robe.
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It would seem the Ivalice Chronicles consumed my weekend. Back to editing next week.
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#WIPSnips Hunt. The entire party is reunited, leaving our hero to lament the influence of Bedlam.

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Bedlam and Kailvrex expectedly hit it off, bonding over a fondness for mocking me and my spindly features. The two were enlisted to assist with material transport from the ruins of the Grand Riotion Temple, repurposing what could be salvaged towards rebuilding of both the airship and the damage sustained to the capital in battle. Kailvrex was oddly hesitant to traverse the path; she didn’t take the same pleasure as Bedlam when it came to bounty hunting. Regardless, the pair had many tales of valor to share. The minotaur was surprisingly willing to train Margo and Cadence as well. At this rate, half the party was going to favor whatever euphemisms Bedlam would come up with for me, forever reducing me to some garish nickname.
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Admittedly, I died in the very first fight because I didn't know how to deploy units. Oops.
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I am terrible at comma placement. This is what I have learned during my editing.

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I love looking over my work monitors and seeing Theo loving his shelf. #Cats
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It's been painful to watch some people even in chapter 2 or 3 make very bad mistakes. Not attack enemies that are charging, attacking enemies from the front, not checking turn order for spells, it goes on. The end of Chapter 3 is gonna eat them alive.
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And they put them RIGHT at the checkout and the entrance!
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Resisted the urge to buy the 150 piece Costco candy bag today. Gonna be a hard month.
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I wish I could be "glass as a pillow" levels of comfortable. #Cats
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#WIPSnips Salmon, continuing from the "Ink" prompt we had a recently!

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“But one was ... also ... a necromancer? Man you kept weird company.”
“Continue to keep.”
“Clever, clever one, Rac. Better company, that’s right, Cadence,” Kailvrex gloated in between bites of her salmon. 
“At least your biting and chewing are more sensible than Bedlam’s,” I chuckled, summoning an ear to ear grin from Kailvrex. “You three have been good company. Truly, I am grateful to be among capable combatants.”
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Just tell yourself those were 5 pages you were going to cut anyway!
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Those exist!? Congrats!
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"We think racism is funny"

- The White House
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Hurrah it doesn't contain spoilers that late:

“We will speak, face to face. Either I clear the rabble with a single swing, or you tell me where you cower. Your answer, now,” I commanded, approaching the downward incline.

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It's Hump Day, folks, and our friend demands a sacrifice. Let's get a page from your wip. Maybe it's the middle for you? Give us a line from PAGE 506

Haven't gotten to page yet? How about just 50, then?

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Wednesday Hump Day

The judgey-est camel you have ever seen
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He wants me to drop my meetings to protect him while he eats.

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#WIPSnips River. Our hero returns to his homeland to find it has diminished.

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Yet, it was not. I took a knee and let the blades of grass run through my fingers, their edges brittle and coarse, the once lush greens that painted the canvas in my head were somewhat faded. The trees still held their leaves upon their sturdy branches, the rivers ran azure, the sky ever vibrant, and the sun commanding the skies, but there was pain here. This land was dying. It was as Anor spoke. Flowers still grew but their numbers were fewer. Wildlife present but the packs were smaller. The reality clashed with my forgotten memories, dampening the moment I had yearned for.