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Anaconda, Christmas, and Doctor: Anonymous 11/23/17(Thu)18:46:11 No.75186156 >Be me >King doctor in fancy Doctor castle Spending evening testing theory that boiling water cures plague >Instead makes peasant scream for 45 minutes and die 07 KB IPs 107 KB JPG Weird.manuscript Remember that Christmas is right around the corner >Go down to basement where I keep all of my peasant corpse toys >Realize there are not nearly enough corpses to do my yearly peasant corpse themed bonfire >Christmasisfuckingruined.romanesqueart >This will simply not do >I will not allow the local peasants persistence to continue living get in between me and my delicious burning serf bonfire >Hatch plan >Grab plague rat from jar that keep under my bed >Makes me kinda hungry looking at it Ignore nagging hunger and proceed to lurk into the night towards the towns well >Drop yummy rat into well Wasteofameal.valutedroofs >Go back to bitchin' Doctor castle and Huff herbs >A week later the entire town is knocking at my door with the plague >Yisssss.mosanart >Spend week using pointiest doctor stick to beat plague out of revolting plague ridden plebs >Use entire supply of leeches >Try to put leeches on some of their assholes to keep a couple from not dying >Some reason leeches do nothing Weird.gothicpainting >Mfw all of them fucking die >Went a bit overboard >Ohshit.reliquary >Entire town gone >Christmas comes >Fuck it, best bonfire yet >Huff herb in front of 100 foot tall mound of flaming serf corpses >Brings tear to eye >AChristmasmiracle.alterpiece >Probably gonna have to move elsewhere because entire town is dead >Oh well enjoying moment >I am only doctor
Anaconda, Christmas, and Doctor: Anonymous
 11/23/17(Thu)18:46:11 No.75186156
 >Be me
 >King doctor in fancy Doctor castle
 Spending evening testing theory
 that boiling water cures plague
 >Instead makes peasant scream
 for 45 minutes and die
 07 KB IPs
 107 KB JPG
 Weird.manuscript
 Remember that Christmas is right around the
 corner
 >Go down to basement where I keep all of my
 peasant corpse toys
 >Realize there are not nearly enough corpses to do
 my yearly peasant corpse themed bonfire
 >Christmasisfuckingruined.romanesqueart
 >This will simply not do
 >I will not allow the local peasants persistence to
 continue living get in between me and my delicious
 burning serf bonfire
 >Hatch plan
 >Grab plague rat from jar that keep under my bed
 >Makes me kinda hungry looking at it
 Ignore nagging hunger and proceed to lurk into
 the night towards the towns well
 >Drop yummy rat into well
 Wasteofameal.valutedroofs
 >Go back to bitchin' Doctor castle and Huff herbs
 >A week later the entire town is knocking at my
 door with the plague
 >Yisssss.mosanart
 >Spend week using pointiest doctor stick to beat
 plague out of revolting plague ridden plebs
 >Use entire supply of leeches
 >Try to put leeches on some of their assholes to
 keep a couple from not dying
 >Some reason leeches do nothing
 Weird.gothicpainting
 >Mfw all of them fucking die
 >Went a bit overboard
 >Ohshit.reliquary
 >Entire town gone
 >Christmas comes
 >Fuck it, best bonfire yet
 >Huff herb in front of 100 foot tall mound of flaming
 serf corpses
 >Brings tear to eye
 >AChristmasmiracle.alterpiece
 >Probably gonna have to move elsewhere because
 entire town is dead
 >Oh well enjoying moment
 >I am only doctor
Alive, Apparently, and Brains: File: stupid female_paladin_by ipg (139 KB, 400x701) A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide. GenericNameFag343 11/22/17(Wed)02:01:52 No.5654226056542798 5654290956543003 >>56548258 >>56553562-->>56558503 >>56563600 56566479 5654307056544252 56545526 Be ready for a dumb fucking story. I'm crying and half-drunk writing this and praying to spell-check to catch any error I make Here's some backstory: We're playing Pathfinder, It's a party of 4+1, as I'm the GM. I didn't know any of these people at the start of the campaign back in 2014. We met up once a week and piloted the campaign from level 0 to Epic. All names have been changed for privacy and personal reasons, so I may fuck them up. Among the players Is Gelitia, a bardic female elf with 14 Charisma and 16 Strength that just wants to sing, piloted by a relatively short, glasses-wearing, neon pinked hair girl. Imagine just generic feminist meets 1997 Punks Okruk, male orc Paladin that hates orcs. Piloted by the friend in question. He was some 6'4, muscled, bald and bearded monster of a person, and his Orc followed suit quite closely. Okruk's player was (apparently) ex-military from Russia. I live in Spain, but I'm not spanish. I didn't even know he was russian before the news from his family There was a halfling ranger and a human barbarian, so a relatively martial team. The halfling was called Kenny and the human we ended up calling Hickups, because he was all about being drunk all the fucking time So, the campaign starts out and we're all having fun. They don't have their class levels as they're level 0, and i basically use Session 0 as a 'Final Training Day' in all of their respective classes. Elf in a bardic college, Paladin at his church, Barbarian with his tribe, etc. I don't even remember how they ended up together, It was so long ago. But, during the time of the campaign, we grew to be relatively close friends. We'd hang out outside of the campaign and drink or kick back and watch movies. Hell fucking hell, I was Best Man at the dude that played Hickup's wedding Eventually though, I have to throw increasingly insane shit to keep them challenged, and I usually did It with mental puzzles rather than brute physical challenges and shit. 1/? Gener cName Fag343 1 1 /22/17 Wed 02 1 0 1 4 No. 56542367 β–Ά >>56542438 >>56542446 >> 56542540 >-56542 598 >-56542798 >>56543003 >>56544458 >>56544477 >> 56544779 >>56544830 >>5654531 g > 56545508-56545 >>56556329 >>56558503 56558910 56563600 56566479 File: fMN9oSt.ipg (117 KB, 497x720) 2/? Like having Okruk unite orcs under his faith and fun shit. Eventually, the campaign leads up into a climax. I decided that It needed to end and I threw what I like to call the 'End all be all' of bosses: Atropus. They had to stop him They ended up fighting his Av Fast forward a bit, and they need to fight Atropus. They hire a high-level wizard and shit to keep them alive ontop of Atro channel the corruptio with, including Grunts from Amn and tha hit was not easy, nearly killing three of the party-members, but they managed to survive with some amazing luck. and get teleported ontop of It as they used an artifact I had given them e nd all manners of weird n the campaign to I managed to come up egative energy f Atr into It, essentially turning the e thing into a Tower Defense thing for a bit. The ad to fight Undead Lich Drago The Dark Descent. Great game btw, but anyways. Eventually, It's just the Paladin left, and he completes It through the power of pure bullshit and being a level 26 Paladin fighting Undead So, he completes It, and It sucks the souls of everything dead ontop of the Atropus into It, and with It, It withers Atropus down into such a weakened state that he can attack past Its DR, and eventually basically kills It / scares It away. I had something planned but I don't remember It anymore. He's the last player standing Now what I didn't know was that this dude has huge survivor guilt from being deployed, If I did, I wouldn't have done this. I can only assume the survivor guilt IRL and survivor guilt from his character (That he connected really deeply with) got too much or something, idk. He shot himself, dunno with what, they didn't say. He apparently got drunk as fuck and blew his brains out That's how the story ends. There's nothing fucking happy about It. It's a shitty story with a shitty ending and shitty narration and I fucking hate It and I wish It just wasn't a fucking thing. 2/2 "A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide"
Alive, Apparently, and Brains: File: stupid female_paladin_by ipg (139 KB, 400x701)
 A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide. GenericNameFag343 11/22/17(Wed)02:01:52 No.5654226056542798 5654290956543003
 >>56548258 >>56553562-->>56558503 >>56563600 56566479
 5654307056544252 56545526
 Be ready for a dumb fucking story. I'm crying and half-drunk writing this and praying to spell-check to catch any error I make
 Here's some backstory: We're playing Pathfinder, It's a party of 4+1, as I'm the GM. I didn't know any of these people at the start of the campaign back in 2014. We met up once a week and piloted the campaign from level 0 to Epic. All names have been
 changed for privacy and personal reasons, so I may fuck them up. Among the players Is
 Gelitia, a bardic female elf with 14 Charisma and 16 Strength that just wants to sing, piloted by a relatively short, glasses-wearing, neon pinked hair girl. Imagine just generic feminist meets 1997 Punks
 Okruk, male orc Paladin that hates orcs. Piloted by the friend in question. He was some 6'4, muscled, bald and bearded monster of a person, and his Orc followed suit quite closely. Okruk's player was (apparently) ex-military from Russia. I live in Spain,
 but I'm not spanish. I didn't even know he was russian before the news from his family
 There was a halfling ranger and a human barbarian, so a relatively martial team. The halfling was called Kenny and the human we ended up calling Hickups, because he was all about being drunk all the fucking time
 So, the campaign starts out and we're all having fun. They don't have their class levels as they're level 0, and i basically use Session 0 as a 'Final Training Day' in all of their respective classes. Elf in a bardic college, Paladin at his church, Barbarian with
 his tribe, etc. I don't even remember how they ended up together, It was so long ago. But, during the time of the campaign, we grew to be relatively close friends. We'd hang out outside of the campaign and drink or kick back and watch movies. Hell
 fucking hell, I was Best Man at the dude that played Hickup's wedding
 Eventually though, I have to throw increasingly insane shit to keep them challenged, and I usually did It with mental puzzles rather than brute physical challenges and shit. 1/?
 Gener cName Fag343 1 1 /22/17 Wed 02 1 0 1 4 No. 56542367 β–Ά >>56542438 >>56542446 >> 56542540 >-56542 598 >-56542798 >>56543003 >>56544458 >>56544477 >> 56544779 >>56544830 >>5654531 g > 56545508-56545
 >>56556329 >>56558503 56558910 56563600 56566479
 File: fMN9oSt.ipg (117 KB, 497x720)
 2/?
 Like having Okruk unite orcs under his faith and fun shit. Eventually, the campaign leads up into a climax. I decided that It needed to end and I threw what I like to call the 'End all be all' of bosses: Atropus. They had to stop him
 They ended up fighting his Av
 Fast forward a bit, and they need to fight Atropus. They hire a high-level wizard and shit to keep them alive ontop of Atro
 channel the corruptio
 with, including Grunts from Amn
 and tha
 hit was not easy, nearly killing three of the party-members, but they managed to survive with some amazing luck.
 and get teleported ontop of It as they used an artifact I had given them e
 nd all manners of weird
 n the campaign to
 I managed to come up
 egative energy
 f Atr
 into It, essentially turning the
 e thing into a Tower Defense thing for a bit. The
 ad to fight Undead Lich Drago
 The Dark Descent. Great game btw, but anyways. Eventually, It's just the Paladin left, and he completes It through the power of pure bullshit and being a level 26 Paladin fighting Undead
 So, he completes It, and It sucks the souls of everything dead ontop of the Atropus into It, and with It, It withers Atropus down into such a weakened state that he can attack past Its DR, and eventually basically kills It / scares It
 away. I had something planned but I don't remember It anymore. He's the last player standing
 Now what I didn't know was that this dude has huge survivor guilt from being deployed, If I did, I wouldn't have done this. I can only assume the survivor guilt IRL and survivor guilt from his character (That he connected really
 deeply with) got too much or something, idk. He shot himself, dunno with what, they didn't say. He apparently got drunk as fuck and blew his brains out
 That's how the story ends. There's nothing fucking happy about It. It's a shitty story with a shitty ending and shitty narration and I fucking hate It and I wish It just wasn't a fucking thing. 2/2
"A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide"

"A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide"

4chan, Alive, and Apparently: File: stupid female_paladin_by ipg (139 KB, 400x701) A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide. GenericNameFag343 11/22/17(Wed)02:01:52 No.5654226056542798 5654290956543003 >>56548258 >>56553562-->>56558503 >>56563600 56566479 5654307056544252 56545526 Be ready for a dumb fucking story. I'm crying and half-drunk writing this and praying to spell-check to catch any error I make Here's some backstory: We're playing Pathfinder, It's a party of 4+1, as I'm the GM. I didn't know any of these people at the start of the campaign back in 2014. We met up once a week and piloted the campaign from level 0 to Epic. All names have been changed for privacy and personal reasons, so I may fuck them up. Among the players Is Gelitia, a bardic female elf with 14 Charisma and 16 Strength that just wants to sing, piloted by a relatively short, glasses-wearing, neon pinked hair girl. Imagine just generic feminist meets 1997 Punks Okruk, male orc Paladin that hates orcs. Piloted by the friend in question. He was some 6'4, muscled, bald and bearded monster of a person, and his Orc followed suit quite closely. Okruk's player was (apparently) ex-military from Russia. I live in Spain, but I'm not spanish. I didn't even know he was russian before the news from his family There was a halfling ranger and a human barbarian, so a relatively martial team. The halfling was called Kenny and the human we ended up calling Hickups, because he was all about being drunk all the fucking time So, the campaign starts out and we're all having fun. They don't have their class levels as they're level 0, and i basically use Session 0 as a 'Final Training Day' in all of their respective classes. Elf in a bardic college, Paladin at his church, Barbarian with his tribe, etc. I don't even remember how they ended up together, It was so long ago. But, during the time of the campaign, we grew to be relatively close friends. We'd hang out outside of the campaign and drink or kick back and watch movies. Hell fucking hell, I was Best Man at the dude that played Hickup's wedding Eventually though, I have to throw increasingly insane shit to keep them challenged, and I usually did It with mental puzzles rather than brute physical challenges and shit. 1/? Gener cName Fag343 1 1 /22/17 Wed 02 1 0 1 4 No. 56542367 β–Ά >>56542438 >>56542446 >> 56542540 >-56542 598 >-56542798 >>56543003 >>56544458 >>56544477 >> 56544779 >>56544830 >>5654531 g > 56545508-56545 >>56556329 >>56558503 56558910 56563600 56566479 File: fMN9oSt.ipg (117 KB, 497x720) 2/? Like having Okruk unite orcs under his faith and fun shit. Eventually, the campaign leads up into a climax. I decided that It needed to end and I threw what I like to call the 'End all be all' of bosses: Atropus. They had to stop him They ended up fighting his Av Fast forward a bit, and they need to fight Atropus. They hire a high-level wizard and shit to keep them alive ontop of Atro channel the corruptio with, including Grunts from Amn and tha hit was not easy, nearly killing three of the party-members, but they managed to survive with some amazing luck. and get teleported ontop of It as they used an artifact I had given them e nd all manners of weird n the campaign to I managed to come up egative energy f Atr into It, essentially turning the e thing into a Tower Defense thing for a bit. The ad to fight Undead Lich Drago The Dark Descent. Great game btw, but anyways. Eventually, It's just the Paladin left, and he completes It through the power of pure bullshit and being a level 26 Paladin fighting Undead So, he completes It, and It sucks the souls of everything dead ontop of the Atropus into It, and with It, It withers Atropus down into such a weakened state that he can attack past Its DR, and eventually basically kills It / scares It away. I had something planned but I don't remember It anymore. He's the last player standing Now what I didn't know was that this dude has huge survivor guilt from being deployed, If I did, I wouldn't have done this. I can only assume the survivor guilt IRL and survivor guilt from his character (That he connected really deeply with) got too much or something, idk. He shot himself, dunno with what, they didn't say. He apparently got drunk as fuck and blew his brains out That's how the story ends. There's nothing fucking happy about It. It's a shitty story with a shitty ending and shitty narration and I fucking hate It and I wish It just wasn't a fucking thing. 2/2 "A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide"
4chan, Alive, and Apparently: File: stupid female_paladin_by ipg (139 KB, 400x701)
 A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide. GenericNameFag343 11/22/17(Wed)02:01:52 No.5654226056542798 5654290956543003
 >>56548258 >>56553562-->>56558503 >>56563600 56566479
 5654307056544252 56545526
 Be ready for a dumb fucking story. I'm crying and half-drunk writing this and praying to spell-check to catch any error I make
 Here's some backstory: We're playing Pathfinder, It's a party of 4+1, as I'm the GM. I didn't know any of these people at the start of the campaign back in 2014. We met up once a week and piloted the campaign from level 0 to Epic. All names have been
 changed for privacy and personal reasons, so I may fuck them up. Among the players Is
 Gelitia, a bardic female elf with 14 Charisma and 16 Strength that just wants to sing, piloted by a relatively short, glasses-wearing, neon pinked hair girl. Imagine just generic feminist meets 1997 Punks
 Okruk, male orc Paladin that hates orcs. Piloted by the friend in question. He was some 6'4, muscled, bald and bearded monster of a person, and his Orc followed suit quite closely. Okruk's player was (apparently) ex-military from Russia. I live in Spain,
 but I'm not spanish. I didn't even know he was russian before the news from his family
 There was a halfling ranger and a human barbarian, so a relatively martial team. The halfling was called Kenny and the human we ended up calling Hickups, because he was all about being drunk all the fucking time
 So, the campaign starts out and we're all having fun. They don't have their class levels as they're level 0, and i basically use Session 0 as a 'Final Training Day' in all of their respective classes. Elf in a bardic college, Paladin at his church, Barbarian with
 his tribe, etc. I don't even remember how they ended up together, It was so long ago. But, during the time of the campaign, we grew to be relatively close friends. We'd hang out outside of the campaign and drink or kick back and watch movies. Hell
 fucking hell, I was Best Man at the dude that played Hickup's wedding
 Eventually though, I have to throw increasingly insane shit to keep them challenged, and I usually did It with mental puzzles rather than brute physical challenges and shit. 1/?
 Gener cName Fag343 1 1 /22/17 Wed 02 1 0 1 4 No. 56542367 β–Ά >>56542438 >>56542446 >> 56542540 >-56542 598 >-56542798 >>56543003 >>56544458 >>56544477 >> 56544779 >>56544830 >>5654531 g > 56545508-56545
 >>56556329 >>56558503 56558910 56563600 56566479
 File: fMN9oSt.ipg (117 KB, 497x720)
 2/?
 Like having Okruk unite orcs under his faith and fun shit. Eventually, the campaign leads up into a climax. I decided that It needed to end and I threw what I like to call the 'End all be all' of bosses: Atropus. They had to stop him
 They ended up fighting his Av
 Fast forward a bit, and they need to fight Atropus. They hire a high-level wizard and shit to keep them alive ontop of Atro
 channel the corruptio
 with, including Grunts from Amn
 and tha
 hit was not easy, nearly killing three of the party-members, but they managed to survive with some amazing luck.
 and get teleported ontop of It as they used an artifact I had given them e
 nd all manners of weird
 n the campaign to
 I managed to come up
 egative energy
 f Atr
 into It, essentially turning the
 e thing into a Tower Defense thing for a bit. The
 ad to fight Undead Lich Drago
 The Dark Descent. Great game btw, but anyways. Eventually, It's just the Paladin left, and he completes It through the power of pure bullshit and being a level 26 Paladin fighting Undead
 So, he completes It, and It sucks the souls of everything dead ontop of the Atropus into It, and with It, It withers Atropus down into such a weakened state that he can attack past Its DR, and eventually basically kills It / scares It
 away. I had something planned but I don't remember It anymore. He's the last player standing
 Now what I didn't know was that this dude has huge survivor guilt from being deployed, If I did, I wouldn't have done this. I can only assume the survivor guilt IRL and survivor guilt from his character (That he connected really
 deeply with) got too much or something, idk. He shot himself, dunno with what, they didn't say. He apparently got drunk as fuck and blew his brains out
 That's how the story ends. There's nothing fucking happy about It. It's a shitty story with a shitty ending and shitty narration and I fucking hate It and I wish It just wasn't a fucking thing. 2/2
"A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide"

"A Campaign lead to my Friend's suicide"