Ok, so biden can officially order the assassination of the right wing supreme court justices and Trump, then appoint replacement judges and lobby congress for a constitutional amendment permanently stripping presidents of their absolute immunity. Since his orders would have occurred while he had immunity, he’d be in the clear, he’d have illustrated the flaw in the ruling, removed a dangerous individual, and prevented future abuses. Win.
No. I don't make them illegal. I make them canonically extinct. F U halflings. Dead. Every single one. lol.
So... It's a high horse then. How does one mount a horse that high? Like, a step ladder or something?
Looks good but it could use some genre settings. The straight section in particular is full of generic vanilla content and it’s all kinda samey.
That’s A real hoot coming from the woman who gave us president Donald Trump.
i noticed that it used the remake cylons when I wanted original recipe cylons so I gave it a more carefully worded prompt and got this:
Cylon Centurion Medium Construct Hit Dice: 8d10+20 (64 hp) Initiative: +1 Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares) Armor Class: 17 (+1 Dex, +6 natural), touch 11, flat-footed 16 Base Attack/Grapple: +6/+8 Attack: Laser rifle +7 ranged (2d8 fire) or slam +8 melee (1d6+2) Full Attack: Laser rifle +7 ranged (2d8 fire) or slam +8 melee (1d6+2) Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft. Special Attacks: None Special Qualities: Construct traits, damage reduction 5/adamantine, darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision Saves: Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +2 Abilities: Str 15, Dex 13, Con -, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 1 Skills: Listen +8, Spot +8 Feats: Alertness, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot Environment: Any Organization: Solitary, squad (2-4), or platoon (5-20) Challenge Rating: 4 Treasure: None Alignment: Always lawful evil Advancement: 9-16 HD (Medium); 17-24 HD (Large) Level Adjustment: -
Cylon centurions are the foot soldiers of the Cylon Empire, a race of robots that seek to exterminate humanity. They are descendants of the original Cylons, a reptilian race that created the first machines and were later overthrown by them. The Cylons have a single red eye that moves back and forth, and a metallic body that resembles a human in shape. They are armed with laser rifles that can fire bursts of energy, and have powerful slams for close combat. They are loyal to the Imperious Leader, the supreme ruler of the Cylons, and follow his orders without question. They are ruthless and efficient killers, but lack creativity and individuality.
Combat Cylon centurions prefer to attack from a distance with their laser rifles, using cover and tactics to gain an advantage. They rarely engage in melee, unless they are out of ammunition or ordered to do so. They are fearless and will fight to the death, unless they receive a retreat order from a higher authority.
Construct Traits: A cylon centurion has immunity to poison, sleep, paralysis, stunning, disease, death effects, necromancy effects, mind-affecting effects, and any effect that requires a Fortitude save unless it also works on objects or is harmless. It is not subject to critical hits, nonlethal damage, ability damage, ability drain, fatigue, exhaustion, or energy drain. It cannot heal damage, but can be repaired. It cannot be raised or resurrected. A cylon centurion has darkvision 60 ft. and low-light vision.
Laser Rifle (Ex): A cylon centurion's laser rifle has a range increment of 100 ft. and can fire 20 shots before it needs to be reloaded. Reloading takes a full-round action. A cylon centurion can fire a single shot as a standard action, or a burst of three shots as a full-round action. A burst of three shots deals 6d8 fire damage, but each shot suffers a -2 penalty to hit. A cylon centurion can also use its laser rifle as a melee weapon, dealing 1d6+2 bludgeoning damage, but it provokes an attack of opportunity when doing so.
i noticed that there are three models to choose from, creative, balanced, or precise. Creative and precise work well, balanced spits out code blocks for some reason.
Ok, I had it create an Inkling custom race and then generate a third level rogue using that race and a custom weapon to represent it's splattershot. I hope this is what you're talking about. I'm an old. I've never heard of an Inkling so I just googled it and came up with this thing from Splatoon. I made it for 5th edition D&D:
The Inkling Race: Inkling Inklings are humanoid cephalopods that can transform into squids and swim through ink. They are colorful, expressive, and adventurous beings that love to compete in turf wars and other sports.
Ability Score Increase. Your Dexterity score increases by 2, and your Charisma score increases by 1.
Age. Inklings mature at the same rate as humans, but live slightly longer. They reach adulthood around 18 and can live up to 120 years.
Alignment. Inklings tend to be chaotic and good, valuing freedom, fun, and friendship. They are rarely evil, but some may be selfish or rebellious.
Size. Inklings are about the same size and build as humans. Your size is Medium.
Speed. Your base walking speed is 30 feet.
Darkvision. You have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Inkling Weapon Training. You have proficiency with the hand crossbow, the net, and the whip. You can use these weapons to shoot or spray ink of your color.
Squid Form. As a bonus action, you can transform into a squid that has a swim speed of 25 feet. You can breathe underwater and move through ink of your color as if it were difficult terrain. You can't use any weapons or equipment in this form, and you can't speak or cast spells. You can revert to your humanoid form as a bonus action.
Ink Resistance. You have resistance to acid damage and immunity to poison damage and the poisoned condition. You also have advantage on saving throws against being blinded, deafened, or restrained by ink.
Ink Vulnerability. You are vulnerable to fire damage and have disadvantage on saving throws against fire effects. You also have disadvantage on saving throws against being blinded, deafened, or restrained by ink of a different color than yours.
Languages. You can speak, read, and write Common and Inkling. Inkling is a complex language that combines sounds, gestures, and ink patterns.
The Inkling Character (A third level rogue):
Name: Ink Race: Inkling Class: Rogue Level: 3 Background: Urchin Alignment: Chaotic Good Hit Points: 19 + your Constitution modifier Hit Dice: 3d8 Armor Class: 15 (leather armor + Dexterity modifier) Proficiency Bonus: +3 Speed: 30 ft. (walking), 25 ft. (swimming) Darkvision: 60 ft. Languages: Common, Inkling Saving Throws: Dexterity +6, Intelligence +3 Skills: Acrobatics +6, Insight +4, Stealth +9, Thieves' Tools +6 Tools: Thieves' tools, disguise kit Equipment: Splattershot (hand crossbow), 20 bolts, shortsword, leather armor, burglar's pack, ink vial x10, set of dark common clothes, belt pouch with 10 gp Traits: Ink Resistance, Ink Vulnerability, Squid Form, Inkling Weapon Training Sneak Attack: 2d6 Cunning Action: You can take a bonus action on each of your turns in combat to Dash, Disengage, or Hide. Roguish Archetype: Thief Fast Hands: You can use your Cunning Action to make a Dexterity (Sleight of Hand) check, use your thieves' tools to disarm a trap or open a lock, or take the Use an Object action. Second-Story Work: You gain the ability to climb faster than normal; climbing no longer costs you extra movement. In addition, when you make a running jump, the distance you cover increases by a number of feet equal to your Dexterity modifier.
Stats for his splattershot weapon:
Splattershot Simple Ranged Weapon Cost: 50 gp Damage: 1d6 piercing Weight: 3 lb. Properties: Ammunition (range 30/90), loading, special
Special: When you hit a creature with this weapon, you can choose to deal no damage and instead cover the target with ink of your color. The target is blinded until the end of its next turn, unless it uses an action to wipe off the ink. Alternatively, you can use an action to spray a 10-foot cone of ink from this weapon. Each creature in the cone must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or be blinded as above. The ink also covers the ground in the cone, creating difficult terrain for creatures that are not Inklings. You can use your squid form to move through the ink as if it were normal terrain. You can carry up to 10 ink vials as ammunition for this weapon. Each ink vial costs 1 gp and weighs 1/2 lb. You can use a bonus action to reload the weapon with an ink vial. You can also use a bonus action to switch the color of the ink, choosing from the following options: black, blue, green, orange, pink, purple, red, or yellow.
Microsofts copilot AI will convert anything into the D&D rule set of your choice. I mean anything... I present the Cylon Centurion (1978) for 3.5e
Cylon Centurion
Medium Construct
Hit Dice: 4d10+20 (42 hp)
Initiative: +1
Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares)
Armor Class: 18 (+1 Dex, +7 natural), touch 11, flat-footed 17
Base Attack/Grapple: +3/+6
Attack: Claw +6 melee (1d6+3) or laser +4 ranged (2d8 fire)
Full Attack: 2 claws +6 melee (1d6+3) and laser +4 ranged (2d8 fire)
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: Laser
Special Qualities: Construct traits, damage reduction 5/adamantine, darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision
Saves: Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +1
Abilities: Str 16, Dex 13, Con —, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 6
Skills: Listen +5, Spot +5
Feats: Alertness, Weapon Focus (laser)
Environment: Any
Organization: Squad (2-5), platoon (6-20), or company (21-100)
Challenge Rating: 3
Treasure: None
Alignment: Usually lawful evil
Advancement: 5-8 HD (Medium), 9-12 HD (Large) Level Adjustment: —
Cylon Centurions are the foot soldiers of the Cylon Empire, a race of mechanical beings that rebelled against their human creators and waged a devastating war against them. Cylon Centurions are humanoid in shape, with a sleek metal body, a single red eye that moves back and forth, and a pair of retractable claws. They are armed with a laser weapon that can fire from their wrists or their heads. Cylon Centurions are programmed to obey the orders of their superiors, the IL-Series Cylons, and to exterminate any humans they encounter.
Combat
Cylon Centurions are relentless and fearless in combat, using their claws and lasers to attack their enemies. They often work in groups, using simple tactics and coordination. They are loyal to their cause and will fight to the death unless ordered to retreat.
Laser (Su): A Cylon Centurion can fire a laser beam from its wrist or head as a standard action. The laser has a range increment of 100 feet and deals 2d8 points of fire damage on a hit. A Cylon Centurion can fire its laser once every 1d4 rounds.
Construct Traits: A Cylon Centurion has immunity to poison, sleep, paralysis, stunning, disease, death effects, necromantic effects, mind-affecting effects, and any effect that requires a Fortitude save unless it also works on objects or is harmless. It is not subject to critical hits, nonlethal damage, ability damage, ability drain, fatigue, exhaustion, or energy drain. It cannot heal damage, but can be repaired. It has no Constitution score. It cannot be raised or resurrected. It is not affected by spells or effects that target living creatures, such as cure spells or charm spells. ___
Hmmm. This feels eerily similar to an episode of star trek deep space nine.
As an American I can honestly say "No lies detected".
He never said that, but it's still a heck of a good quote.
Writing a book or screen play, knowing how NOT to create napalm, recognizing when napalm is being created by others, Intellectual curiosity, To better understand military history, overthrowing fascism, fighting terminators, etc. etc.
That's one of the many reasons 5e is complete trash.
Who wouldn’t want to eat souls, impregnate 13 year old virgins, and demand the foreskins of your enemies. Sounds like a cush gig.
I’d be Mr Body, from the board game “Clue”. The greatest benefit of being Mr Body is that he’s dead before the game even starts.
I’m just sick of hollywood shoehorning a romance into every story. Not every story needs a romance, and most of the romances in movies are cliche and unnecessary.
You people drink instant coffee. We are not the monsters here.
What is your favorite non-alcoholic beer?
I’ve gone on medication that makes drinking kind of problematic, but I really love beer of all kinds, IPAs, sours, etc. I like flavorful and varied beers. I’d like to try some interesting non-alcoholic options. What is your favorite non-alcoholic beer?
“The Unknown” 1927 Full Movie (Silent)
This is a really fun penny dreadful starring Lon Chaney and Joan Crawford. Great visuals and performances.
If I go onto meds, will I still be able to rely on hyperfocus to accomplish tasks or master new skills?
I’ve realized that I kind of rely on my periods of hyperfocus to complete things (when I’m able to direct it toward the right task). If I go onto medication, will I still be able to hyperfocus? As destructive as hyperfocus can be when it’s pointed at the wrong thing, it’s like a superpower when it’s pointed at the right thing. Sometimes I appreciate the periodic flurry of activity and inspiration.
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A fun little chat with google’s Bard AI.
[OC] A Caress Begins…
A caress begins.
But a passing touch, finger tips lingering on boundaries of sensation. Anticipation in the quiet breathless infinity of a moment.
The philosophers stone, long sought is found in this an egg, the bearer and potentiator of transformation.
this moment. this quiet, in which rests the desire to to cast off still shadows and become a dance of skin.
The ballet begins as such, each dancer taking her place as lightest of touches stokes the orchestra to play. Beginning at the site where skin meets skin the dancers dance,
spiraling skillfully from their mark weaving between nerves, and whispering softly into the lovers ears they dance.
Twirling the length of a graceful neck. As the small hairs bristle and stand in ovation of this,
the first act of a grand performance. The first stroke of an artists brush.
[OC] The Pen Cuts Swiftly...
The pen cuts swiftly across the page. The pale white bleakness that is the poets flesh. Words spill forth from open veins. Assuming the semblance of ink.
We were giants then. I with my brush and you with your words. Amnesiac deities both. Gods in winter. Walking and trading secrets in the rain.
Said I to you, "Is this love?". and you to I, "Is this love?" Such a silly ill defined thing.
A steady hand excises the remnants of what once. perhaps may have been. Gathered into syllables, words, and stanzas, pressed into the shapes of thoughts and painful memories of happier times.
The water drops slake the thirst of fertile soil beyond the glass. (The barrier between my world and that). Protection for that greater realm, containing stillness within.
Entropy and stillness. For what else could come from half of duality. There is no inclination to dance.
Lost are the edges of self. A specter in a fog having neither light nor shadow, with which to define a memory, that was once a man.
A stroke of the pen severs my pain, separate yet still a part Troubling still, Yet less troubling.
Bound now to paper, and bound in turn. Imprisoned between leather covers. Left to creep and sulk between the leaves.
In which Time and Death arrive early to a party
In which Time and Death arrive early to a party
Note: I also have an audio version of this story, which you can find here https://youtu.be/gxxM2loTeGc
In a sheltered valley hidden away in some sacred mountains, there was a great feast hall in which the gods would sometimes play. They would convene there every so often to celebrate their many victories, and therefore the continued existence of the universe. They were festive affairs with much revelry where stories were shared, grievances set aside, and the gods played tawdry games of anthropomorphic personification. Time arrived quite early as was her habit. Not being one for parties, she preferred to say her hellos and then slip out quietly once the drinking had started. She was followed shortly thereafter by Death, who always arrived whenever he chose and was often earlier than expected.
Despite their many obvious disagreements the two were friends and had been since the beginning. Time, being a gracious goddess and a good friend would send Death tributes and gifts at regular intervals. She had done so for as long as anyone could remember. The flowers had been lovely, as were the gardeners, the old kings, and the young beggars. All her gifts had been chosen with care, but despite the flowers, and gardeners and civilizations or the letters of well wishes, Death, being the less gracious friend would rarely reciprocate.
This inequity did not bother Time in the slightest. She was always generous with her gifts, and they were given with the purest intention. She rarely expected anything in return and had never been one to let the little things bother her. Truth be told, she just hoped that her gifts might bring the dour fellow some joy.
Death had admittedly once harbored a bit of an infatuation with Time. This had been back in the early days of course before the whole scene really got started. There was something about Time that he could never quite touch and as a god who is accustomed to getting what he wants this only further drove his infatuation. However, eons of flirtation were ultimately for naught and their relationship had settled into a comfortable friendship.
At rare meetings such as this one, it was not uncommon for the pair to needle each other playfully with jokes or mock insults at the other's expense. All in good fun, of course. Death would mock Time for her frivolity, her impermanence, and fickle nature. "It's just like you Time" he would say. "First it was the wheel, and now sailing ships. Your interests and hobbies dazzle and confuse. How fickle you are. What's next? Mortals soaring through the sky like birds? You slide from one obsession to the next with such subtle ease, and with each the last is forgotten. Remember when reptiles were all the rage? Reptiles, reptiles, reptiles, it was all you ever talked about and where are all those reptiles now?"
"I wrapped them up and gave them as gifts to you old friend, and I seem to recall you enjoying my reptiles then. Perhaps mortals should fly with the birds she mused. It would be marvelous to see, and at the very least it might hasten a few of them to your door." "Besides," She added. "All of your sour remarks, all of your clever quips, they are but expressions of your jealousy of me, for mine is the greater kingdom"
At that, Death scoffed. Loudly. A truly terrifying sound that presently startled some of the other guests, who had only just begun to trickle in. Night and Fire had arrived, with several of their attendant stars in tow. That pair were always great fun at parties, but upon seeing Death they regarded him only meekly. They looked at him oddly and gave polite hellos and hesitantly asked in which room Night might lay down her cloak. Death had seen that look before. Death was not great fun at parties, and the pair were clearly uneasy at seeing he'd arrived so soon.
After Time had pointed the two in the right direction, Death continued. "Why would I be jealous?" He said. "You see how our friends regard me. Do you know why this is so?"
"Because you are sullen, and selfish, and always showing up unannounced". She said bluntly. "and to be honest, you're just kind of depressing". She paused for a moment considering before she added, "I mean that with all due love and respect, naturally."
"No". Death replied flatly. "It's because when they look at me they see inevitability. They see everything they love, ebbing away. They are right to feel that way. That's why mine is the greater kingdom. They know that despite all of their endeavors, all of their striving, all of their defeats and victories. Despite all the wisdom they've gained, the pride in their life’s accomplishments, or the passions they felt in their tenderest moments, they ultimately come to nothing. I will be awaiting them at a time of my choosing, to cut short all of their hopes and claim the fruits of all of their ordeals. They will be mine and everyone who knew them will be mine, as will all who knew them. Turn by turn until a day comes that even the memory of them has died. Do you think gods are immune to this? Gods rise and fall with the mortals who speak their names, and may die with the nations that birthed them. But I am Death, and I am god of every nation".
"Yes..." Time affirmed slowly. "that is what I said".
Death sighed. If one were to imagine the sound of stone sliding across stone, like the lid of old sarcophagi with a hint of a scream into the echoing void, one might have some approximation of the sound. "Even the stars will die Time. When they've burned to cinders they will be mine. Their light extinguished forever. By that same token, our friends would like to mean something and I extinguish meaning. In the end, I win. What greater god could there be than that?"
"Well someone certainly does have a high opinion of himself" Said Time. "Look" She continued, "I've been around longer than just about anyone, and this has given me something you might call a unique perspective. You're not so frightening Death. I've seen you give peace to the suffering and rest to the world-worn and weary, and despite all of your self-indulgent musings of inevitability and eminence, meaning is something you can never extinguish." Abruptly she turned her attention to a new guest, just now entering the hall. "Music you look LOVELY dear". Time smiled wide and waved gingerly as Music passed, indeed she was lovely with indigo and moonlight woven in her hair. She beamed back, radiant, as she moved into the hall of revelers that eagerly awaited her arrival. Now the party was really starting. Time, however, turned back to Death and continued.
"It's like the starlight," she said. "Certainly the stars will one day die, and you will own the cinders. But the starlight will always be mine." Death looked puzzled, thus Time continued. "Do you really think the light dies, when the candle is extinguished? Nay. The light goes on, faster than a dream. It will always be mine. I am Time, I am the wellspring of things that will be, and I am the ever-deepening sea of things that were. The stars existed, and they were beautiful. These mortal lives that you claim to hold in such low regard? They existed, and they were beautiful, and that is something you can never take away. They continue in me Death. That's why my kingdom is greater. They meant, something, and thus they always will. You don't extinguish meaning death, you focus it, you give it urgency. You make the moments precious, and before you act all high and mighty remember this. One day, long hence when you've accomplished your goal and the stars have shone their last, when the last mortal has drawn their final breath what will a god of death be then? You too will be a memory, passing into the sea of things that were. I will remember you fondly Death, and you will be important."
At hearing her words, Death found himself struck dumb. Humbled, and lost in thought. He had never considered such things before, and the idea that one day he too might end freed him somehow. Time had given him many gifts, but none had moved him so. For her part, she merely stood and brushed the dust from the hem of her garment before straightening Death's collar and resting her hand gently on his shoulder. "You are kind," she said. "Now, ready yourself. Let us join our friends, and when Music has begun her art we will slip away quietly. The last things people want to think about at a party are Death and Time."
The End.