Character Art-story game

>threw away her name because it caused her pain, known only as "Shade of Rebels"
>last survivor of a nomadic people whose homeland was eradicated by encroaching settlements by a monolithic empire
>rescued by an kind couple and lived a semi-normal life until they were killed in a pointless border skirmish
>joined the military but was too rebellious, washed out of the academy but was picked up by a former town militia turned into mercenary assassins
>now seeks to kill the individuals responsible for killing both her families, to protect those who lose their homes in war, to give a new home to outcasts, and to carve fear and pain into the empire that ruined her life twice over

how's that?

>The masked champion of the arena
>Fearless and deadly, strikes down foes without hesitation
>They say she wears the mask to protect some great secret
>Some say she's the missing princess from the old overthrown king, some say she hides a scar from the only battle she ever lost, Some say she's secretly Karen the barmaid from the tavern on Westbrick street.
>In reality she wears the mask so her opponents can't see the fear on her face.

What is the pic from above which is this supposed to be qouted?

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>"Thro'go a fool! Why make hunting party go around stinky metal man? We kill instead! Only one of him. Six of us!"
>"Thro'go seen metal man many snows ago near village. When child. Know he bad omen. No one believe Thro'go. Thro'go run to hills. Hide for many suns."
>"Thro'go a coward! Why scared of one human?"
>"Thro'go come back from hiding. All family dead. All warriors dead. All village dead. Thro'go maybe coward. But Thro'go still smart. We go around."

>During World War II, the greatest creation of man wasn't nuclear power. It was the birth of super humans
>The German's greatest Champion Valkyrie
>He was angel of death the made the Allies tremble
>July 20th 1944 he went rogue

Dumping some images for inspiration

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>Hey guys do you think I could climb that giant
>Greg don't do it you fucking idiot
>I'm going to climb this giant and poke it's eyes with a stick you guys are bitches

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>It is unclear as to what the origin of that Titan Skeleton is
>Especially with that massive sword that was impaled to its chest
>Legend says and researchers, plus scholars say that skeleton is from an ancient pre-history battle between two massive giant beings that onced walked in these lands
>One Titan won the battle and the one who lost clearly remain lying in this land with that sword still impaled on its chest to this day

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Bright-Eyed Havel always thought he didn't belong in human society, being the elf he is. Try as he might, no human society ever felt right. One day, travelling with his buds he met Elissa, the crown princess of an elfin forest kingdom. While love sparked pretty much immediately, over the days Havel began to feel restricted and worn down, and with a bit of pondering, he understood. He didn't belong in elven society either, the air was too clean and the houses too fantastic. Longing to feel the ragged, worn down pavement under his feet once more, he set off back to the human lands, tears in his eyes as he had to leave his dear bethrothed behind. Little does he know, Elissa is paking up her own knapsacks and backpacks, fully intending on ignoring the kingdom and following her darling to the outside world...

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Wow way to really poorly write out the obvious.

>High-paid call-lady in renaissance era brothel
>Recently, while meeting with a mysterious customer, he offers her to work for him at his "brothel"
>His "brothel" is actually a meeting between a bunch of assassins, mercenaries, and thugs, who are being contracted to pull off "the greatest assassination of the century"
>Job is done and she's so rich she no longer has a need to work
>Ended up liking being an assassin so much that now she just does it for funsies
>I realize too late now that she's supposed to be from the WH40K universe

Oh well, I'm sticking with my hacky backstory

>Deep-Space radio DJ
>In Deep-Space, it's like being in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, there's absolutely nothing around for billions of miles, and there's lots of raider and pirate stations hiding out there in the darkness
>Used to be a playboy pop star, but after a near-death religious experience, he realized he needed to give up his lascivious lifestyle and do something good for once
>Bought a military transport vessel and had it retrofitted with broadcasting software and shieeet
>Flies around in Deep-Space, broadcasting music, his voice, and most importantly, hope, so that any lost, marooned, or lonely vessel is never truly alone out in the most dangerous region of space
>Doesn't actually think anyone cares about him anymore but does it anyway
>Unknown to him, back at home he's actually accumulated literally millions of fans for what he's done, and he receives tons of fan mail from ex-fans, people he's saved, and people that just came to rely on his voice that he'll never see for years because no one can reach him out in the expanse to tell him he's being appreciated

If used in game, his broadcasting vessel can be used as a base of operations for receiving missions, and if you help him to the end of the game, Deep-Space becomes much more habitable and friendly and not so depressing.

>Ladies and gentlemen this is your eye-in-the-sky, chopper 15 live on the scene.
>Some sort of pit fiend is tearing through the city here. This is absolute pandemonium!
>Our brave hero Drynan looks worrrn out, this could be bad folks.
>*is that those bastards from channel 8, how did they beat us here!*
>Dammit. Fly us in closer!

>Superhero setting
>Wannabe rebel
>Actually comes from a rich, non-dysfunctional family with loving, supporting parents
>Got caught in strange explosion that gave him intangibility powers
>Uses it to run a small gang of "disenfranchised urban youths" (AKA good for nothing punks)
>They just run around looking for trouble, trying to build up a movement for "superhuman rights", even though discrimination against supers isn't even really a thing
>They'll beat up suspected meta-human bigots, even if they don't have any evidence that he's prejudiced
>They'll stage attacks against superhumans and blame it on regular people to initiate mistrust
>He uses his intangibility to trespass and graffiti stuff and to use locked up, abandoned warehouses as bases
>In the sequel, he mellows out and becomes the owner of an auto-repair shop (intangibility to get to hard to reach places)
>Admits that he was a little shit as a teenager
>Apologizes for any damage he's done

>Crazy cyberpunk world setting where transhumanism is changing society in rapid, unpredictable ways
>Bio-transhumanism and cyborg technology is a regular norm for people
>She's just an example of a particularly heavily modified college student trying to do some homework in the school library
>Her genetic engineering, high-tech clothing, and strange hairstyle is the 24th century equivalent of those dumb Apple watches hipsters wear, blue hair, and tattoos and piercings
>That complicated shit you see on her holo-screens? Basic Highschool math of the time period. She's seriously failing but doesn't know how to access her built in AI as a math tutor because she just bought the technology without knowing what it was because all her friends were doing it...

>Same 24th century cyberpunk world as before
>Movie star
>She's doing a promo shoot for a new biographical documentary on "The Daughters of Aries"
>They were a cult of doomsday preppers who believed world war 3 would be coming soon and would destroy the world, and so tried to genetically engineer random civilians against their will to better prepare them for life in the apocalypse
>World War 3 never actually happened, but they sure did end up mutating and killing a lot of people before either getting arrested, losing their faith in their mission, or getting killed
>Nowadays, The Daughters of Aries are nothing like their former selves
>They DID, however, start a new fashion trend among the youth, in which clothes which appeared overly skimpy and "war-torn" was deemed hip for quite a long while; and it really worked in disappointing/freaking out their parents

(side note, I like the other user's background story better)

>Apprentice to a very successful huckster
>Pass themselves off as powerful travelling magicians
>Magical prowess unimpressive
>Just rely on gold-bought magical scrolls, powders, and good-old slight of hand to seem mystical and grand
>Over here, he's telling you your future, for a small fee of course
>Little does the apprentice know that he's actually a deep well for legitimate magical power
>Sometimes, while tricking a client, a fireball, completely unplanned and not part of the script, will fly out from his hands and light the banner on fire or scare the doves away
>Doesn't know what's happening and his master just thinks he's not being careful with the magical supplies, so he just pushes it to the back of his mind and doesn't think about it until night

>Knight that doesn't know he's dead
>War was literally several decades ago
>Trying to find his wife, who died of heart-break when she found out he died
>Wanders the Earth trying to find his wife
>Doesn't realize that once he accepts his fate and dies for good he'll be united with her spirit

>Superhero setting
>Their universe's version of the Aryan Brotherhood is actually extremely massive and powerful, similar in power to modern day's Mexican drug cartel NS13
>Have politicians that support them
>Have mayors and news reporters and police chiefs as allies and under their payroll
>Pic related is actually the ONE superHERO (yes, he's a Nazi HERO) that gets major public support by non Aryans and regular people alike, mostly because he's a legitimately good guy and he's saved a lot of people before
>He's the "good guy" face of the Aryan Brotherhood, and he's even nice to blacks and shiet
>Officially dismissed by the Organization of Superheroes due to his Aryan roots and his obviously controversial motif
>He doesn't get paid by the government like those in the organization
>He doesn't get public sponsors from Kellogs
>He can't even get his own trading card
>But regular citizens still love him and he's up there in rank as one of the most popular superheroes of all time...even by black people

>Pretty dragon-maid
>Has close to a hundred sisters
>They all look nearly identical, give or take one extremely small detail (different colored belt, fingernail length, eye color, ear size or shape)
>After they fully mature (3 years), they never change physically
>Not even their hair grows
>They were bred with the express purpose of being cute and serviceable
>Evil-doers once liked to steal them as slaves
>Poor evil-doers didn't realize these ladies are called "dragon"-maids for a reason
>Each one can lift a grown man in full plate over their head and toss him across the room
>Only the strongest of warbows and longswords can penetrate their skin
>Can crush a man's skull like a grape with just their tail
>Fortunately for everyone else, they are bred for docility and comfort and only fight when they or someone they like is in distress
>Dragon they take care of has been long dead, but they still clean his castle and polish his bones sitting on his throne as if he was still alive
>His dining table is always immaculate, and dinner is always present, even if no one is dining
>Slowly, one by one, many of them are leaving the isolated castle deep in the mountains and finding their way to civilization
>Many people, opportunistic about these never before seen newcomers, often try to take advantage of them, with disastrous results to their health
>Rich people love hoarding them in their harems, which dragon-maids like, because it reminds them of their lives back when their dragon king was still alive
>Some have learned to live more individual lives and have become business owners, apprentices, or even adventurers

>Used to be farmer's daughter
>Real Fa Mulan type
>Took place of her aging father who was being sent to war
>Unlike the story of Mulan, father encouraged this and trained her to fight, realizing farm life was not meant for her and she was meant for greater things
>Disguised as a male, she quickly grew in rank and prestige
>Turns out rumors of her being a female were quickly widespread and many commanding officers even knew about her real identity
>They all just turned their heads, don't-ask-don't-tell style
>Eventually, some Imperial Adviser from the capital was walking through camp one day and heard about this woman general
>Unlike the soldiers, who didn't care about that kind of stuff because, like, war and shit, he publicly dishonorably discharged her and stripped her of all her wealth and titles
>She just said "okay, whatevs" and formed her own mercenary group as a female warlord, who was eventually hired by the king to fight alongside her old troop anyway
>Back and forth chemistry between her mercenary group and her old military troops as she often saves their lives at the last second, and her group has been saved by them just as often
>She and the general of her old troop are secretly planning on getting married after the war is over

>DYEL loser nerd with no friends, no job, and family all died in tragic car crash
>Near suicidal
>Reads a strange comic book delivered to his mail one day
>Ended up in strange, parallel dimension where almost everything is exactly the same but people act random and do silly things like they're all living in a TV show or something
>Monsters and demons and stuff also exist here
>Savvy with pop culture, he fights to rid the world of evil, while trying to find his way back home
>At the last moment, when a portal to his old world finally emerges, he decides that this world needs him to be their protector and selflessly decides to stay
>He is hailed as the first real hero of that era and even after his retirement many years later, someone has always taken up his mantle and fought evil in his good name

>Military police to patrol compound borders on new, alien world
>Conflict of interest between government sanctioned scientific outings and third-party privatized installations who critics claim have only come out to siphon the planet's resources
>No real right or wrong answer, as it's these same third-party private installations who work to colonize the alien planet and establish settlements, and they have just as much right to be there as any official government business does
>Here, this MP can be seen posing with a colonist's farm in the background, where the government is obligated to protect the citizens from dangerous animals and predatory criminals who come looking for easy prey
>Crime is a big problem for beginning settlements, as there is no strong police force present, and sheriff's often find themselves understaffed and outgunned

>Travelling maid innocently advertised herself as "able to do literally any work, no questions asked", with no thought for double entendre
>People laughed at the awkward wording and the pretty lady who was saying it
>People laughed even harder when the awkward young man paid for her "services" and watched as he blushed beet red before taking her back to his place
>He literally just wanted a friend to help him explore the wilderness
>In a small town like his, people his age (especially girls) are rare and are usually interested in other things and are especially interested in other people
>Both start off kind of awkwardly, but in a few years, they've become competent adventurers, capable of making the town proud of their accomplishments

>People call her a witch and don't trust her
>Parents tell their children not to talk to her
>As a child, she lost her parents and sister to a house fire and wandered the streets, lost
>Eventually, she managed to somehow self-teach herself fire magic and studied it into old age
>Here, she's using fire magic to converse with her deceased sister from beyond the grave
>She doesn't care about what the others think because finally, at the age of 85, she's happy
>Likes growing various herbs and tea leaves

I'm getting pretty tired, so i'm just gonna rapid fire these greentexts now
>Giant is actually a brother of those dwarves
>Not even in the metaphorical sense, he's somehow, literally, a blood-related brother to those dwarves
>They're trying to figure out if he can come along with them to the human city, or if the process is going to be too much trouble to handle

>He's a dangerous assassin, but he does it all for his younger sister
>He just got her a nice doggy with some of the resources he got from his last hit
>The last hit was the owner of the dog kennel they just visited
>He's hiding his hand because it's covered in blood

>He gets hit by the monster's massive fireball and dies
>He wakes up in a training facility
>It was all just a dream!lmao
>Superhero Organization mandatory "designed-to-fail" training simulation
>Von Jaegar, the superhero in the picture, was one of the only ones that almost managed to kill the beast
>What's even more surprising is that he didn't use any tricks or anything
>He did it all the old-fashioned way, by just hitting him really, really hard with his sword a great number of times
>Also, I forgot to mention-- his only power is "homemade suit and sword"...

>Evil baron
>Wants to raise army of undead for own evil purposes
>Actually his father's book and clothes
>Following in his father's footsteps, because what he's doing now is exactly what his father died trying to do
>Father often mocks him from the afterlife, telling him he'll never be quite as successful as his old man was
>They usually argue like this, even in front of other people, and even if other people can't actually hear the father's voice
>Father's actually secretly proud of his boy and would like nothing more than for his son to take over the world and surpass him ;_;
>Unfortunately, they're both pretty bad at being bad and once, he even managed to accidentally do good to an in-peril town

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>Guardian angel laying the smackdown on young hero trying to escape his fate
>Young hero can't actually see guardian angel, so to him, he thinks he's just being buffeted by unusually strong gusts of wind

>Year is 2017
>Been there as long as anyone can remember
>In this universe, there are parts of the bible and ancient documents that just casually refer to this obviously supernatural phenomenon in passing
>Shit like "Oh yeah, by the way, Joseph asked God what he should do next while walking around that giant corpse with the sword sticking out of it", making it evident that it's been around for so long that even the people of the past just took it for granted
>Some people don't really believe it because they've only seen it in Google images and shit, but this is pretty rare; akin to people who think platypuses or okapi's are fake
>There's even an organization of people who all think it's a hoax, and they're that universe's equivalent of flat-earthers
>No matter how much people see it on TV and the internet and stuff, it's a completely different experience seeing it in person
>Like hearing about a volcanic eruption in a museum, and actually witnessing one for yourself
>The scene is literally breathtaking

>They're brother and sister, but are often confused to be a pair
>Unlike MOST siblings, who think this is awkward and disturbing, they actually find this confusion charming and flattering
>Will often whisper in each other's ears and giggle and shieeet
>Creeps a lot of people out when they find out they're siblings...
>They're also the two best pool sharks anyone has ever seen in the entire world
>They're like the Tony Starks of the pool world
>The third best pool shark in the entire world can't even touch them; I mean, they routinely make plays that other highly reputable professionals think would otherwise be impossible
>Interestingly, they really enjoy playing golf in their spare time, but are actually not very good at it

>They're actually both humans
>Medieval period costume party
>Theme is "elves", and these two rich kids are the jewel of the party
>Parents watch in aw as he asks for her hand to dance (the "awwww, so cute" aw, not the "I am in awe" awe")
>Side note, the costumes the humans are wearing reflect their misunderstanding of authentic Elvish culture
>For one thing, elves do not have wings, and this would be the equivalent of, say, putting a chinese leg slit dress thing on a Japanese geisha costume
>Also, contrary to popular, Elves wear footwear because there are rocks and shit on the ground in the forest. This irritates elves off the most, because now everyone thinks they don't wear footwear
>Also, ears are waaaaaay to pointy. Humans clearly have a pointy ear fetish. Most ears are only, like...HALF as pointy as those ears. Like giving every one of your female character natural double D's
>So offensive. Harumph.

>Vampire that retained human empathy
>Smokes like crazy because it's a subconsciously self-destructive habit because he's actually suicidal and depressed
>His mind realizes smoking will kill him subconsciously, but his subconscious doesn't realize smoking won't harm his body anymore because he's a vampire
>Despite his subconscious desire to die, he always runs and fights for his life when the time comes for it, implying he may not be completely dead inside
>Has no job, lives in his car, the only money he makes is what he steals from the dead bodies of other vampires that he kills
>A vampire hunter is stalking him, mistaking him to be the serial killer everyone's talking about on the news nowadays

>Daughter of the tribe's chieftain, trying on her daddy's cloak and sword
>Wants to be a fighter like him when she grows up
>Notice the Imperial clothing, especially the red bow in her hair
>Likely that the chieftain could afford a better life for her in city and sent her there to study
>Often comes in conflict with the local city girls

>Safari hunter's sentimental self-portrait painting he kept of him out on his first hunt for the infamous "Matamba Man-Eating Lions of the Western River Congo"
>Back then, he was too inexperienced to know that all this steampunk gear would just slow him down and hinder his process in the thick, unforgiving jungle
>He didn't realize at the time that his rifle, while state of the art, would not fire accurately, or reliably, in the thick humidity of the rainforest
>At the time, he did not consider the amount of power his suit would consume during his safari, and thus, his own inventions nearly killed him when he overheated trying to track down the lions
>He hangs this painting up on his wall, next to the heads of the man-eating lions he killed wearing nothing but a bushman's shirt, some short shorts, and his trusty-old repeater rifle that he's used now for the past 30-odd years

>"What does a werewolf hunter do in her sparetime? Same as anyone else, I suppose."
>Likes to live deep in the woods t avoid publicity
>Every once in a blue moon, someone will come to her with a job for her to do, or maybe an adoring fan asking for her hand in marriage
>Started a rumor that a werewolf was living in the woods nearby to scare people away and makes wolf noises at night to keep up the charade
>Even expert trackers confuse her screams and howls with the real thing and have been fooled into believing an actual werewolf exists in those woods

>In his prime, used to be a freak of nature that would never be replicated again for the next one thousand years
>8 feet tall, 375 pounds of pure muscle, lean, mean, 15% bodyfat
>That was 10 years ago
>Now he's let himself go, and he's beginning to miss his old prizefighting days
>Decides to suit up one more time to try and get back into it, but now no one wants to challenge him
>Despite being rusty, even after suffering from a bad knee, several deep stab wounds, a missing eye, old age, and putting on some major weight, he's still the most fearsome fighter known to mankind and almost immediately knocked down the new reigning champion of the Colosseum within seconds of meeting him
>Disgruntled that the arena is, and always will be, still too easy for him, he goes back into retirement and writes a play about a gladiator who gets bored with life after realizing no one can beat him
>In the play that he wrote, the gladiator challenges Apollo to the ultimate duel, only to win and ask him to be granted the wish of being turned into a normal man

I did it! I replied to every single picture in this entire thread! I'm an absolute madman!

I can't believe you did it user

It was bree fun. I'd contribute, but this is a new laptop and all my pics are on my old computer. I always thought people that said this were just lying and making up an excuse, but yet here I am in the exact same situation...

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I'm making a dragonborn for a 5e game and I can't find any aesthetically pleasing designs for characters. Do you guys have any favorite dragonborn art?

My vision blurred a little.

Moffers are a small group of nomadic seers and wyrdwomen who claim they hail from the depths of Belselk's Wound, now known as Almaz Dive Point.
Their kind have specialized in insect magic, using parts of insects to concoct and improve potions, cast heavier spells and augment themselves.
The picture painted depicts a Moffer Initiate consuming glass butterfly wings in order to gain the ability to see the supernatural.
It should be noted that most sects of Moffers only use deceased insects and are even known to raise insects to that end, trailing a cloud of assorted tame insects behind them.
These sects, Hive Moffers, are respected for their ability to cast magic rivalling that of great archmages, but also for their ability to tame any insect.

>Let him rot away,
>for he did only his worst
>against us small folk

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>Jeffrey that's not a parrot
>What do you mean, Diane? She's pretty clearly a parrot.
>No, Jeffrey, parrots aren't that tall, and have wings. Hell, I don't think that's even a bird!
>You're just jealous that my pretty girl is prettier than your old furbag cat. Are you a pretty girl, Sophie?

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>I can't see anything out there.
>You're not supposed to, i know where we're going.
>At least let me try flying around.
>And let you fall to your death? No. You have a job, remember? Recreating the world and all?
>Yeah, yeah, i get it. But why me? There are many more imaginative than i.
>Because, believe it or not, you're the only one with your feet on the ground.
>Not for long. Wheee!
>Lady Maria,´i did not give you powers so you could abuse them!
>Come on, skullboy, live a little! We literally have all the time in the world!
>But that's besides the-
>Hey, i can see my house from here!
>LADY MARIA AH SWEAR TAE GOD

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>You don't really talk to Smokewren
>You mostly just get a bunch of mental impressions
>Apparently she came from the funeral pyre of a dead Unseelie faerie
>Even showed you the charred ground of where it once was, you found some scattered fae gems in the ashes
>Really likes your horse; if baby talk was a smoky-scent thought, that's what she does every time she sees Grennor
>Will you fucking stop trying to shoehorn horseback riding into every adventure

>Been a wizard for a long time now
>Like 400 years
>I've seen it all
>Shapeshifted into a qt3.14 grill once
>Banged the godess of magic
>Planar travel everywhere
>Fuck Immortality is boring after a while
>Fuck it, I'm going on a roadtrip
>Tour the cosmos

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>"It's over"
>"What are you talking about the Jedi aren't here."
>"The gungans arent't dying. I don't think our functioning is coming to an end."
>"Don't be ridiculous."

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I'm not even going to do this one because the user that answered before me was simply too well done.

ME BTFO. HOW CAN I EVEN COMPETE?

Plot for the next elminster novel?

Not sure what your gif is supposed to be, but here goes

>Two brothers
>They both run a post office in Gomorrah, Virginia
>Taller one is actually his father; he got his 13 year old girlfriend pregnant at the age of 12, so to avoid any awkwardness, he was simply raised as his older brother
>Here is the last video footage of them we have before they mysteriously disappeared 56 years ago
>A key witness reported a bright, intense light hovering over the two brothers during daylight hours, while they were working in the post office, and when the light quickly subsided, the brothers had simply vanished without a trace
>It is important to note that the witness is, indeed, blind

>Left over relic from an ancient colonization project
>Great historical find, as this was one of the very first sojourns humanity had ever attempted to colonize the stars
>Theorized computer had malfunctioned, sending the ship off course, far into deep space where the ship could not be recovered
>Note the primitive design of the preservation suit (meta-gaming, but that armor is "primitive" in the context of the future historian who discovered the vessel)
>Note the decay of flesh and human tissue, implying a breach in the suits had allowed bacteria to enter through a valve or vent, decomposing the necrotic matter
>This will give great insight into the plight of one of our earliest ancestors and allow us to realize the customs and practices of the first of the space faring man

>"Where's Pauline? David, where is my daughter? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DAUGHTER?!"

>As the newer models of droids were introduced, the obsolete models experienced a strange phenomenon that one might be able to liken to "depression"
>It is common knowledge that early combat qualified droids were not programmed with primitive instincts such as camaraderie, fear, anger, and sorrow-- all emotions that modern combat droids are now preprogrammed with in the theory that it makes them more effective soldiers
>But this particular model of droid was not preprogrammed with the ability to feel things such as loss and empathy
>So where then did these droids develop these inexplicable feelings?
>Unfortunately, no one can exist to answer the question, as most of these droids were sent to be recycled for parts or reprogrammed to suit more menial tasks

>This fae is a miniature angel with the ability to save the life of any one being in need of it
>She can only use this ability once in her entire, immortal lifespan
>She also has the ability to detect good within men, and here she has found the only good man in the entire world, bleeding out in a war he did not wish to fight in
>Preparing to breathe life back into him, he stops her, and speaking through incredible agony, he simply asks that she tell his family he loves them and to save her wish for someone better
>Compelled to follow the orders of someone as noble as him, she does not revive him and has wandered the world since, looking for someone just as worthy of a second chance

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>I-I see. Lady Death, you have finally come for me. Well. I am at peace.
>Me? I am not Death.
>Then... why do you pursue me?
>Because He does. Death is no rider. Death gallops after you from the moment you are born.

>t-t-then who are you?

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>It's been 5 months since grandpa beat the cancer, but Death insisted in staying in till the day he may drop.
>I don't think he (she?, it?)'s a very good influence over my daughter, but he sure cares about her.

>But anyone who seeks her, does not worth it, and anyone who's worth it, does not seek her. At least for themselves. But that's another story.

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>folklore say he pleaded for our lives
>the clergy said he went against the will of the gods and was struck down
>surprisingly it's a bit of both
>Defiant to the end he was we humans were too
>he was our protector and we left him to stand alone the might of the gods
>he withstood it for a million nights and a million days until he was finally felled by the chief god
>gave us enough time to prepare to pick a fight we would barely lose
>on the upside we may have lost and we have to bow to those pricks up in the sky but hey least we're alive....for now

>You'll not take one step further, villains!
>Says who? All I see are commoners before me.
>We are the defenders of this village! You can call us... The Village People!
>Uh, Dave, you do know who the Village People were?
>I'm not sure this is the time Mike

Funny story, that. The gif is from an obscure point and click game, and titled after a wrestling move in the game. Said wrestling move causes short-term memory loss.

It's from Carte Blanche.

>Mistress is a dumb shitter
>Doesn't even wear clothes, I am a skelton and I wear clothes
>She didn't even raise me herself, she had help from her father and his cabal

Jarvis "Pepperbox" Pottley was a simple man. He liked money.
He knew how to get money
He knew how to spend money to get more money.
He also knew how to keep hold of his money.
This was evident in the faces of three robbers who tried to steal from him.
The first had the smarts to run away to a safe distance after seeing Jarvis' face contort to a determined grin.
Today his trauma is being treated at the Pavel family farm.
The second was less wise.
He had a knife, he though himself tougher than some tubbo noble.
Then Jarvis pulled out his pepperbox.
Today the second works at the nearby factory as an inspector.
He still can't move his arms high enough, but at least the wounds in his shoulders have healed up properly.
The third thought himself smarter for having a gun.
A proper iron, not like the dinky pepperbox that noble carried.
Then he realized why barfights stop when Jarvis tries to join in.
Today, he's finally reached the rank of Elder at the blind order of Optic Monks, letting him see the night sky again.
He couldn't be happier.
And Jarvis is still a simple man.
He still likes money.
He still knows how to get money.
And he still knows how to spend money to get more money.