I just returned these (at least in my opinion) useless goofballs yesterday to my go-to place for Warhammer stuff, and picked up The Horns of Hashut instead. Where do I even start with them?
-No unique Quad ability for the team’s leader to use. Yeah, the Spider Swarms have one, but they die so fucking fast that they barely get a chance to use them, and the Quad is a very high risk, high reward one.
-The fighters are so squishy that they make The Royal Beastflayers look like The Thunderstrike Stormcasts. An average of 3 toughness and 8 wounds per fighter? And there’s only 12 fighters despite the fact that you’ve basically got a 50/50 chance of killing one with just one attack? Huh?! Also, their leader barely has as many wounds and toughness as a single Praetor, which I think is pathetic. -A lot of their abilities revolve around giving the Spider Swarms extra move and attack capabilities, but when they die after one attack, there are only three of them (that’s not even 25% of the whole team), the ability that revives them is expensive, and their attack potential is pathetic, it feels like spending 80,000$ on a VW Beetle when you could’ve spent that money on a Ford F-150.
-They do have some good immobilizing abilities, but again, when these guys are that easy to kill, you’re only really getting a kick out of that in game modes that are heavily based around controlling territory, and even then, there’s a chance that you’ll get 4 guys into an area they need to be in, only for 3 of them to get killed by halfway through round 3 because of how fragile they are.
-No ranged attacks? For a team that’s THAT FUCKING EASY to kill in any form of combat? An average attack range of 2 inches isn’t enough to compensate for that!
-If they at least all had 6 inches of movement or more, I could maybe forgive their overall uselessness and see them as a great team for playing treasure and keep away based games so that they could basically just run all over the map and use Skittering Ascent to stay away, but most of the units can only move 5 inches, and ranged attacks can still really fuck them up.
And that’s the end of the criticisms that I want to make about these redundant clowns.
Anyone agree with me? Why or why not?

A wurm is an earth dragon, with a lower half like that of a lamia. She can't fly, and she's a little ditzy, but she's plenty lovable.
Guide to the script:
(words in italics): Suggested sound effects
(words not in italics): Voice cues and narration
Uaagh: Sleepy wurm
Eeeek: Happy wurm
It's okay to monetize this script, make minor edits to it and genderflip it. Please note that the sound effects are optional.
Script length: About 1.5K words
It's strange. I used to read a lot of monster girl stories before I got into ASMR. I don't do that anymore, but on some days, I'll remember a scene or a sentence from one of those stories. And then I'll want to write.
For the listener:
You return home from work to see your wurm girlfriend coiled up by herself in her ‘pillow fort’. A cold, fierce storm is raging outside and you know how much the thunder scares her. So the two of you snuggle up together and gossip, just the way things should be.
...
SCRIPT:

(Thunderstorm ambience. Rain and low rumbling of thunder are heard.)
Uaagh. Where were you?
I was worried you were stuck somewhere. I was about to go look for you, but you told me not to go outside on my own.
I know. People are afraid of me. Because I can smash through buildings. But I was worried. What took you so long?
Oh. The trains got delayed because of the thunderstorm?
Are you alright at least? (Sniffing) I do not smell any injury on you.
Good. Will you help me sleep? I couldn’t sleep because of the thunder. And I wanted snuggles. I missed you.
I get stressed when I can’t coil around you. And when I get stressed, I get hungry. So I ate all the chicken we had. But I still can’t sleep.
(Ruffling of sheets and pillows)
Yay! Let me coil around you. I can already feel your warmth.
(Coiling sounds)
Mmnnh. You’re so warm. How do you do it? How are you so warm?
Oh. Because humans are warm blooded. Yes, you told me earlier. But I forgot. Sorry.
Yes. You also told me not to apologise. Sorry.
Hmm? Why are you shaking your head? Is there an enemy present in this room?
That’s it, isn’t it? Where are they? I cannot see them. Are they hiding in the wall? Should I tear it down?
Oh. I did tear it down last week. But that’s because I thought you were trapped inside! I heard you calling from the other room but your voice was so faint and you were taking so long. I thought you needed help!
Are you mad at me?
(Sighing) You always say that. That you can never be mad at me. But I am not sure. You never take me outside with you. This morning, I saw some pigeons on the lawn and I went to say hi to them. I even used the doorknob this time instead of smashing through the door. I was really gentle. But the pigeons all flew away when they saw me coming.
It’s not just the birds. I wanted to know why the pigeons were scared of me, and so I asked a human who was walking outside. I only asked him why the birds flew away. But he ran away from me too. I just scare everyone away.
I don’t scare you?
Yeah*. (Coiling tighter)* You’re the only one who doesn’t run away from me. Even though I’m a monster.
No. I am a monster. I attacked you when we first met. I shouldn’t have done that. Friendly wurms don’t attack people.
I know. It was....instinct. That’s the word you used. When I saw you outside my cave, I-I wanted you. I’d never seen anything like you before. And so I just took you. I wouldn’t let you out of my coils! I know it was scary for you. I am sorry.
Yeah. I did agree to move into your house after that. Because I didn’t care as long as I had you. And because you said there’d be chicken. I like chicken.
Eeeek! I like it when you stroke my hair. It’s so soothing. It makes me want to snuggle up closer to you.
(Coiling sounds)
Thank you. For holding me. I don’t like thunder. The sound scares me. I can’t go to sleep when there’s a storm outside. Unless you’re with me.
Yeah. The thunder can’t hurt me. Because it’s far away. And because I’m a wurm. Wurms are strong! I think I’d be okay, if I was in my ancient form. Then I’d be an earth dragon as big as this house! But the thunder still scares me.
Human?
What causes thunder?
Lightning? You mean those bright flashes in the sky before that horrible noise?
Oh. I didn’t know they were called lightning. What is lightning made of?
Plaaz-ma. Ion….Ionized air. I don’t know what they are.
I saw those flashes of light before I met you, of course. I thought it was another dragon challenging me to a fight. And I was terrified of its roar. But I still tried looking for that dragon every time there was a thunderstorm.
Yeah. Because I thought that dragon could be my mother. Maybe she could fly and she was calling me to join her in the sky. But I don’t have wings.
Wurms can’t fly. But I didn’t know anything about mother. When I hatched, I was alone in the wild. There was nothing that looked like me. And there were no humans. No one to teach me how to fend for myself. I went hungry for the first few days and it was cold. It would rain often. I’d hide under a bush but my tail would still get wet. But the thunder was the scariest thing of all. I’d cover my ears with my claws but I’d still hear it. I didn’t know what to do.
Human, why do you look sad? That expression means you’re sad, right? You taught me that. Did I get it right this time?
You’re sad for what I had to go through? But it’s okay. It made me a strong wurm! I learnt how to catch prey, and how to protect myself from the weather by curling up in a cave. And if there was a spring deep inside the cave, then I could also stay warm!
Eeeek! You’re brushing my hair again. That feels nice. I’m so glad I met you in the forest. You’re the first human I ever saw. You’re special. You taught me how to use cutlery, and that I shouldn’t eat the plate along with the chicken. I’m sorry it took me a while to get that one right.
I forgot. You told me not to apologise. I’m sorry.
You’re sighing again. That means I messed up somehow, didn’t I? But I did as you asked! I didn’t leave the house today. I didn’t go outside because I didn’t want to scare any more humans after the first one ran away. I know I can be a burden. I’ve seen how people look at you when you try to defend me. It’s not much different from how they look at me when they think I’ve eaten their chicken or silverware. But I don’t do that. Not after you taught me it was wrong.
I wish I could go outside with you. I wish I wasn’t such a burden.
(Sighing) I know. You always say I’m not a burden. And you get really sad when I keep insisting. I don’t like seeing you sad.
It is true though that I don’t think like a human. I’m not as smart as most humans. But I....I’m not dumb. You always tell me I’m not dumb. And maybe you’re right.
I know if you have money, then you won’t be hungry. I know if you help strangers for free, then you’re kind. And kind people make for good friends. I know a good friend doesn’t leave you alone when it rains and thunders. I know the property of rain is to wet my scales, and of the sun to dry them. I know it gets dark at night because there is no sun, and pigeons can fly because they have wings. And I know something inside me hurts when you leave the house, but the hurt goes away when you come back to me.
I have to hide during the day because I’m not human. People are scared of me. But at night, when no one is looking, I can go outside with you. Slither beside you. Really quietly. And we can count how many streetlamps there are.
I do not know what face you’re making, human. I didn’t make you sad again, did I?
Eeeek! That must mean no. Are you happy with me? Do I make you happy?
Eeeeeek! You make me happy too. I want to try brushing your hair like you brush mine. One of these days....
No, I’m not cold anymore. You always keep me warm. And in the morning, all the pillows smell like you (giggling). Thank you for teaching me how to build a giant pillow fort! It’s just like my cave, but even comfier.
(Yawning) Uaagh. I think I can go to sleep now. The thunder can’t hurt me. (very softly) The thunder can’t hurt me. I have you with me.
Human?
You won’t run away from me, right?
(A brief kiss, as the listener reassures her)
I like it when you kiss me. Eeeek! You make me the happiest wurm in the world! I’ll...I’ll always protect you, okay? I won’t let anyone invade our pillow fort.
Good night. Can we get more chicken tomorrow? I want to eat chicken tomorrow.
Yay! I’ll go with you to the market. The shopkeeper gave us extra last time when he saw me. I don’t know why. I was hungry but I wasn’t going to eat him.
Yeah. I really do feel sleepy now. Good night, human.
Dar....Darling. Sweet dreams.
I love you too. Eeeek.

I was 15 and oh so cool I had a 21 year old boyfriend. He was also my first actual boyfriend past the carry my books and hold my hand kind of thing.
For years I pushed it away. Even after I hit adulthood I excused it. I was more mature and responsible than most at 15. I had to be. Due to childhood abuse I had been raising my little brother (10 years difference) for 5 years. It was school and him only. I took him with me when I babysat for money because I had been buying my own school supplies and clothes since 12. I got home from school, waited for him to get home, then went about my day. He would get off the bus and we would walk down the road to the 3 kids I watched (3:30 pm to 5pm on school days, 6am to 5pm when there was no school, and every other Friday night 7pm to midnight for their parents date night, something I had started doing when I was 11). I would make dinner over there for the 3 kids and their parents getting it on the table just as they were getting home, my brother and I would walk home and I would make dinner for him and my younger sister once we got there.
Then I would set about cleaning the house. There were 6 of us but my older sister was the golden child. She was frequently out with friends or doing after school extra curriculars (something I never had the time or money for) and my younger sister was "too little" to do chores which wasn't true.
After that I would do my homework and I still managed to take honors courses and graduate early. So you see, I genuinely believed I was not the same.
When I became an adult and had my first child I refused to think about it. I refused to remember much about my teenage life. It was awful so why should I? On top of that I didn't have time. I worked 60-80 hours a week, spent every free moment I had with my husband and children (which wasn't enough). Even with my work schedule I managed to go on field trips, always have some baked goodies around, I was a sticklier for the 45 minute tucking the kids in routine I had (talking about their day, picking a couple songs to sing, reading, etc). My house was spotless, we were always going somewhere (petting zoo, regular zoo, fishing, swimming, movies, etc).
I have 3 children now, I'm in my 40s, and unfortunately i have been waylaid by a host of chronic conditions. I sit at home, on the couch, I do as much as I can with the kids to still make their childhood full of memories as I did their sister (10 year age gap between #1 and #2 due to my fertility issues), but it is not nearly as much as I am unable to. A lot of it is reading together, talking together, or me sitting outside while they enjoy themselves running around or riding a bike.
This leaves me with an inordinate amount of time to think. And think I do. For awhile I dwelled on what was so wrong with me that I was the scape goat for my family. Why I was so unloved. And I fought thinking about that.
Recently I have been thinking about how I was absolutely groomed. And groomed so hard that when he dumped me after 6 months his 24 year old friend was able to step in and I never saw an issue with it. I so much so did not see an issue with it that years later, when I was 17, I ran into both of them in a completely different area (the odds right) and I started seeing the one that had been 24 when I was 15 again. So now I was 17 and he was 26. And I was not just shy of being 18. I was just turned 17 (was no longer living at home, had been tossed away as though I meant nothing).
I was groomed so hard that I could stand up and yell it to the streets that it is grooming. That I would hurt someone for so much as thinking like that about my daughters, and in the same breathe tell you what happened with me was fine.
Only it wasn't fine. More than 25 years later I am finally putting it into perspective, and it was not fine!
The worst part is, at one point, a friend (also roommate) convinced me to make a police report about it. Even though I would insist it was fine. It was still within the statute of limitations. I was 17, she had convinced me to stop seeing the 26 year old and to file a report. I was sitting on the couch and an officer arrived. I think I might have taken it seriously but the officer did not. He commented "oh so this is like a revenge report because the guy dumped you". I told him the guy did not dump me, i broke things off because everyone else insisted it was grooming. It started when I was 15 and he was 24 and since it is statutory rape my friend insisted on calling. The cop berated me for wasting his time and left. I shoved it way down after that. I was a waste of time.
I keep thinking about it now. I have panic attacks thinking about it. I thought about counseling, but when I tried to file that report all those years ago I was berated like that. I don't know if I am making a big deal out of nothing. Maybe it really wasn't that big of a deal and because I have so much time to dwell on it I am making it into this huge thing.

Evil Within Base Kit

• Buff: Stalk speed is no longer based on the distance from the Survivor.
  
• Nerf: Increased the required time spent stalking to reach Evil Within II and III to 8 seconds (was 6 seconds)
  
• Note: With the removal of stalk speed reduction based on distance, the two changes listed above result in a net buff for the Shape, as he will now be able to earn his power at a faster rate on average than previously.
  

 

• Buff: Movement speed while passively stalking increased to 3.2 m/s (was 2.76 m/s)
  
• Buff: Movement speed while actively stalking increased to 1.2 m/s (was 0.92 m/s)
  
• Note: We are buffing these movement speeds to make the Shape feel less sluggish without his movement speed add-ons. On top of that, we are reworking his movement speed add-ons entirely in order to streamline his gameplay.
  

 

• Buff: The Stalk Point Reservoir on each individual survivor now slowly regresses over time
  
• Note: Previously, the Shape had a hard cap on his Stalk Point Reservoir, set to 10.1 per survivor, for a total of 40.4 across the Trial. This meant that the Shape was the only killer in the game that was capable of running out of his power entirely with no means to replenish it. We are removing this hard cap by making survivors regress their Stalk Point Reservoir when they are not being stalked or chased (to disincentive unsavoury gameplay tactics). We will not be disclosing the regression rate for the time being, but know that we will be closely monitoring it to ensure the Shape can reliably use his power while still feeling some downtime in play.
  

 

• Quality of Life improvement: Updated the Evil Within description to now correctly state that the increased lunge is granted upon reaching Evil Within III, rather than Evil Within II.

 

• "New" mechanic: Reintroduced the sound effect that plays when the Shape is close to reaching another level of Evil Within, but only for Evil Within III.
  
• Note: This is a feature we did away with long ago in order to keep up the surprise factor of the Shape. However, we realise that this surprise factor is only really relevant for reaching Evil Within II. After this point in any given trial, that surprise factor isn't as important. Therefore, we are reinstating this mechanic to add flavour and make survivors a little more paranoid. To add onto this, players would often find themselves frustrated when facing the Shape when on the receiving end of the Shape being close to reaching Evil Within III. This mechanic will double up as a fair warning to all survivors to pay extra close attention to their surroundings when the Shape is close to reaching Evil Within III.
  

 

Evil Within Add-Ons

Blond Hair

• Buff: Increases the threshold to reach Evil Within III for the first time by +16% (was +50%)
  
• Note: We are changing the Blond Hair, Hair Brush and Lock of Hair add-ons to now grant proportional bonuses to their downsides. As the Hair Bow add-on already granted a proportional bonus, it will remain unchanged.
  

 
Boyfriend's Memo

• Buff: Increases the reach of lunge attacks while in Evil Within I by +75% (up from +50%)

 
Memorial Flower

• Nerf: Increases the Shape's stalk rate by +10% (was +11%)

 
Tacky Earrings

• Old mechanics removed
  
• New mechanic: While in Evil Within III, the Shape gains a +25% action speed to picking up and dropping survivors
  

 
Hair Brush

• Buff: Increases the threshold to reach Evil Within III for the first time by +33% (was +50%)

 
Jewellery

• Old mechanics removed
  
• New mechanic: While in Evil Within III, the Shape gains a +25% action speed to breaking pallets and walls, and damaging generators
  

 
Reflective Fragment

• Buff: The auras of survivors are revealed to you for 3 seconds after stalking them for at least 1 second while in Evil Within II (was 2 seconds)

 
Judith's Journal

• Rarity changed to Uncommon (was Rare)
  
• Nerf: Increases the Shape's stalk rate on the obsession by +25% (was +40%)
  

 
Dead Rabbit

• Remains unchanged

 
Glass Fragment

• Rarity changed to Rare (was Uncommon)
  
• Old mechanics removed
  
• New mechanic: While in Evil Within I, the aura of the obsession is revealed to the Shape beyond 16 metres
  

 
J. Myers Memorial

• Nerf: Increases the Shape's stalk rate by +20% (was +25%)

 
Jewellery Box

• Old mechanics removed
  
• New mechanic: While in Evil Within III, the Shape's stun duration from pallets is reduced by -50%
  

 
Mirror Shard

• Old mechanics removed
  
• New mechanic: When Evil Within III expires, the aura of the survivor furthest away from the Shape is revealed for 5 seconds
  
• New mechanic: The affected survivor suffers from the Oblivious status effect for 30 seconds
  

 
Hair Bow

• Remains unchanged

 
Lock of Hair

• Buff: Increases the duration of Evil Within III by +60 seconds (was +40 seconds)

 
Tombstone Piece

• Old mechanics removed
  
• New mechanic: Start the Trial in Evil Within II
  
• New mechanic: At the start of the Trial, the audio cue for the Shape reaching Evil Within II is played
  
• New mechanic: The Shape can no longer stalk survivors to gain Evil Within. Instead, hooking each survivor for the first time grants the Shape a token, up to 4. Upon reaching 3 tokens, the audio cue for the Shape being close to reaching Evil Within III is played. Upon reaching 4 tokens, the Shape enters Evil Within III for 60 seconds, and is granted the ability to kill one healthy, injured or dying survivor by his own hands
  
• New mechanic: Upon killing a survivor by his own hands, this add-on is deactivated for the remainder of the Trial, removing the Shape's ability to kill any more survivors by his own hands, and granting him the ability to stalk survivors like normal
  
• Quality of Life improvement: This add-on can now be used to kill survivors in the dying state
  
• Note: A common complaint with the Tombstone Piece and Judith's Tombstone add-ons is that they alter the gameplay on a fundamental level, and as such often feel unfair to play with and against. These changes aim to prevent these frustrations, while keeping the theme of the add-ons, allowing the Shape to kill survivors as he sees fit, but more within the rules of the game. On top of this, we're also combating the common trick survivors have utilised involving lockers and other interactible objects that force the Shape to grab them instead of kill them by allowing this add-on to work on survivors in the dying state. We'll be monitoring the Tombstone Piece and Judith's Tombstone add-ons closely to ensure we've achieved the best of both worlds.
  

 
Scratched Mirror

• Remains unchanged

 
Vanity Mirror

• Remains unchanged

 
Fragrant Tuft of Hair

• Nerf: Increases the threshold to reach Evil Within III for the first time by +400% (was +200%)
  
• Note: With the overall buffs to the Shape's base kit, a nerf for this add-on is required to ensure things don't get out of hand, placing the time to stalk from Evil Within II to Evil Within III at a consistent 40 seconds. We will closely monitor the performance of this add-on. Fret not, Tombstone enjoyers, as this add-on will still be usable with the Tombstone Piece and Judith's Tombstone add-ons for infinite Evil Within III with the ability to kill one or more survivors respectively.
  

 
Judith's Tombstone

• Old mechanics removed
  
• New mechanic: Start the Trial in Evil Within II
  
• New mechanic: At the start of the Trial, the audio cue for the Shape reaching Evil Within II is played
  
• New mechanic: The Shape can no longer stalk survivors to gain Evil Within. Instead, hooking each survivor for the first time grants the Shape a token, up to 4. Upon reaching 3 tokens, the audio cue for the Shape being close to reaching Evil Within III is played. Upon reaching 4 tokens, the Shape enters Evil Within III for 90 seconds, and is granted the ability to kill healthy, injured or dying survivors by his own hands
  
• Quality of Life improvement: This add-on can now be used to kill survivors in the dying state
  
• Buff: No longer reduces the Shape's movement speed while in Evil Within III
  
• Note: Unlike with the Tombstone Piece add-on, this add-on does not deactivate upon killing a survivor and can be used to kill multiple survivors within the given time frame.
  

 
Hi there! These are my ideas for reworking Myers into a stronger and more fair killer, buffing him overall where necessary, while bringing his more outrageous add-ons down a notch to deal with the more unsavoury play styles that are currently encouraged with his kit, all while making sure to keep his identity and uniqueness in tact.
I've done this previously, 2 years ago, though my opinions on how to fix the Shape have changed since then, and I'd like to think my ideas are much more refined now than they were then.
I would love to hear what you think of these proposed changes, as well as any ideas of your own. I always welcome the discussion. Just keep in mind that every nerf in this post is presented alongside a multitude of sizeable buffs, so please don't get too hung up on a single patch note and try to keep the whole picture in mind.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read all this. I hope you're having a good day.

On the one hand I feel like it would be great but is it worth delaying that extra attack at 11?
Worth noting in my game characters and multi classes are stronger we get a feat and asi whenever we would be able to choose one or the other and the normal levels you get them eg. 4,8,12… are linked to character level instead of class level.
I’m thinking of bringing the character in as 7 battle master fighter 3 barb as I’ve read it’s very good but not sure what’s best to take for it or if it out does a full fighter.
Wanting to bring in a pretty damn strong martial to be my parties front line as it’s currently lacking one (mostly full casters or rogue rn) they are able to keep out of trouble for the most part but could do with someone to put melee pressure on the enemy who won’t go down fast.
Was thinking the classic polearm master great weapon master combo and maybe a resilient wisdom to go with 4 points to str and 2 to con giving 20str 12 dex 18con 8int 14wis and 8cha Went for +1+1+1 racial asi.

I think a lot about signals. Signals that show people what groups they belong to. Signals that hide the truth. Everybody uses signals to blend, entice, or trap.
Grandma Pearl died not long after her stroke, and I've been making bad decisions ever since. Maybe my expectations are too high, or I'm just an idiot. Either way, I ran away from the group home to be with people who called themselves my "family." They were the wrong people. They used the words family, brother, sister, and love like lock picks, stealing trust, and taking self-respect.
The only person I remember using the word family correctly was Grandma Pearl. She was a small woman who toured the US as an actress before settling with Granddad above their theatrical rentals shop. I was three when the car accident took Granddad and Mom, so I don't know if they used the word "family" correctly, but I hope they did.
I was never as outgoing as Grandma, but that didn't bother her; she taught me how to watch people. How to see their signals, and how to listen. When she died. I forgot a lot of those lessons for a while.
They called it a "family". The "family" moved product. That product could be goods, drugs, or people.
The uninitiated, like me, were distracted with food and a dry place to sleep, but it didn't take long to see behind the curtain. Things got too intense with the new "family" and I ran.
I ran back to my old neighborhood. The buildings were familiar even if my home was gone. The old theatrical shop had been turned into a microbrewery.
After an appropriate amount of self-pity, thirty minutes, I wandered the alleys, picking up cans or scavenging for bits and pieces that could be recycled, used, or bartered.
I recognized old faces, but I tried to stay out of sight. It was safer that way.
The only place I allowed myself to be seen was the old Lutheran church on the park's far side. Most people who might have known me had aged out of the congregation or died. It was worth the risk because St. Lazarus had a food pantry in the basement and gave out lunches most days, so I wasn't always hungry, which was nice.
I found a dry spot near the library to sleep, which seemed like a stroke of luck until it wasn't.
I had the contentment that came with being in a familiar place. Little bits of comfort let me believe, for a moment, that I wasn't a screw-up and hadn't trusted the wrong people. That moment scurried away when Stick found me.
Stick was a scary asshole. He technically wasn't in charge of the " family," but he made it work. He got things done. I have no idea how old he was. He was all corded muscle and could clock in between twenty and fifty. He looked half-starved and moved like a stalking predator, even with his limp.
His left leg was stiff. The knee didn't bend, and anytime he sat, his left leg would be splayed to the side like a kickstand on a bike. The leg was why he walked with a cane. The cane and how he used it was why we called him Stick.
I don't know why he took the time to track me down. It's not like I was wanted. Maybe it was that I had become property. Property shouldn't just wander off.
Sometimes, you feel a person before you see them. The air is different. When Stick was around, the air felt dead and motionless. I knew I was being watched before I opened my eyes.
Stick was sitting on a milk crate, his bad leg cocked to the side and his forehead resting on his cane. I pushed myself out from beneath the ductwork of the HVAC unit I had been sleeping under and slapped the dirt off my jeans.
"I thought that was you," Stick said as his sharp grin curved up to his unblinking dark eyes.
Stick wanted my discomfort. I'd seen him play the intimidation game too many times. He'd act too friendly, and then when you were good and worried, quick movements, a hand around the back of your neck, and violence would be next. Then he'd act like the whole mind fuck was a big joke, like you were friends, and isn't it great that you can joke around with someone who "really" cared.
It worked, too. If you were the unfortunate focus of Stick's attention, you would be grateful when he smiled and said, "Just a joke, kid. Don't be so sensitive." I'd seen the pattern enough times to know Stick trained people like dogs with his hot and cold game. I didn't like the game, or the fear, so I changed the pattern.
"Hey, Stick, did you come to help pick up cans?" I asked, making sure my smile reached my eyes. I was trying to be pleasant while ignoring the burning nervousness in my gut.
It was still dark out, but I could see Stick's expressions well enough.
Stick tapped his cane on the sidewalk and squinted at me skeptically before answering. "Just checking on my little brother."
We were not related.
Stick liked to call the uninitiated his little brothers or little sisters. He forced intimacy into his language. I didn't argue the point. Interactions went best with Stick when you agreed with everything he said.
"Thanks, man," I complimented, trying to sound genuine and ignorant as I stepped forward and offered him my hand.
Stick didn't move, but I could see that this conversation wasn't going as planned for him, and I forced myself not to react to his confusion. I couldn't break character, or he would know I was playing him.
Stick tapped his cane on the ground twice, grasped my hand, and stood. He watched me. I held his stare, but in an open, naive, guileless way that I had perfected in front of the mirror as grandma gave acting advice while she put her face on.
I once asked Grandma Perl why anyone would practice acting stupid. She pointed her mascara brush at me and, in her ditsiest Minnesota Nice character, said, "It's easier to be forgiven when people think you're a little dumb, don't ya know?" Like with most things, Grandma was right.
Before I understood what had happened, Stick pulled me into his side and slung an arm around my shoulder.
"You don't have a name yet. Everyone gets a name, but they don't get to pick it." He paused and gave me a Cheshire cat grin. "I have a name for you, little brother. You are going to be called Slide." Then he held my chin and forced eye contact." Your name will be Slide because I have never seen anyone slide out of shit faster than you. I can't tell if you do it on purpose or not, and I've been watching. I watch everybody. You do, too. Hell, this might be the first time I've ever heard you talk. So let's celebrate your name, Slide." Stick's smile slipped as he pulled me out of the alley. "We'll go do something special."
I stayed silent, knowing full well what was coming. Being named meant doing something you could never take back. It was public and would put you in prison if the police ever took the time to look for you. It meant severing yourself from your life before and relying entirely on the "family." I had been absent each time naming seemed to be in the cards, but I couldn't duck out this time.
There was only one place to go at this time of night that would have an impact, the Bodega.
The Bodega was a red hole in the wall with a glass door papered over with grocery ads years outdated. Canned salmon two for one seemed to be the dominant theme. Although there were two large windows, one on either side of the door, you could barely see in. The right window was a tapestry of cigarette promotions. The left window displayed the only swath of uncovered glass with a view of the interior. From the outside, the view was of tobacco, lottery scratchers, and Old Lady Imitari.
Old Lady Imitari owned the store. She was a short, dark-haired woman who always wore a long floral tank top. Grandma Pearl loved the old woman but said Imitari looked like an old man's thumb all the years she had known her, and Grandma moved to the neighborhood with Grandad thirty years ago. Imitari was a local legend even then because the Bodega was open twenty hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year, and no one else worked in the store. Grandma used to make an extra strong coffee called Barako and chat with Imitari sometimes when work in the shop was slow.
I would sneak out at night and try to catch Imitari sleeping. No matter the time, I never caught her snoozing, and she always saw me peeking at her through the window. I know she saw me because she would uncross her arms and wave her flyswatter at me.
All these memories flicked through my mind as Stick smiled his too-wide smile and pushed me into the Bodega.
Imitari flicked her fly swatter at me in acknowledgment, and her attention returned to the small TV she had nestled beside the cash register, which seemed to be the old woman's only real tether to the world outside her shop.
The inside of the Bodega was just a long hallway with shelves of convenience foods, drinks, home supplies, candy, and cold meds covering every available surface from floor to ceiling. The only break in the tunnel of products was the glass counter at the back corner of the store; Imitari presided over her mini domain by casually ignoring her shoppers. I tried to make eye contact with the old woman again as Stick pushed me to the back of the shop, but after her initial acknowledgment of our entrance, Imitari's eyes stayed focused on her TV.
As casually confident as possible, I walked to the cooler and grabbed an iced tea. "Want a drink," I asked over my shoulder, my voice unusually steady, given the electric current of anxiety flowing through me.
Stick sneered and tapped his cane twice on the ground. His eyes found all the security cameras in the tiny store, a frown creasing his angular features.
I followed his line of sight and finally realized what had bothered him. The cameras were fake. They looked like security cameras, but they weren't. There were no wires or lenses, just rectangles and circles in a security camera shape.
Stick took a deep breath and tapped his cane on the ground again. " There… is … so… much… here… to… see… but… no… one… is… watching," he said with a singsong. Then his sneer turned into a cruel smile.
I knew Stick wanted an audience for what he would force me to do. The fact that the security cameras were fakes meant that whatever was going to happen would now have to be significant. An event that the neighborhood wouldn't be able to ignore. My stomach twisted with the thought.
Stick waggled his eyebrows at me. He had been watching. He had seen my thoughts, and we both knew he had something terrible in mind.
The cane twirled in Stick's hand and then tapped twice on the shop tile.
"I think I want a little bit of this," Stick said, gesturing wildly with his cane, sending a row of soup cans tumbling to the floor. "And a little bit of that," Stick added as another wild gesture sent cups of ramen spinning and knocking glass bottles of hot sauce to the floor.
I stood paralyzed, unable to run. I was trapped with nowhere to duck away to. I didn't want Stick to hurt Old Lady Imitari, and I didn't want Stick to hurt me, either. The truth was, he would hurt both of us no matter what I did. That was just the way Stick was. I'd seen him. I'd seen him show us who he was every day.
Then I realized Imitari hadn't moved. She was watching her TV and chuckling at the sitcom as if nothing had happened.
Stick glanced at me, confused. I almost felt sorry for the sociopath. His night was not going to plan.
Imitari chuckled at her TV again, and a crease formed in the middle of Stick's forehead, letting me know that he was beyond angry. He was calm, dangerous, and vicious. People had been left for dead when Stick got this way.
Stick raised his cane and flipped it so the handle jutted like a pickax. He was going to attack Imitari.
Somehow, I moved. I didn't do much, but when I slid forward and grabbed the back of Stick's shirt, the cane missed Imitari, and the sharp handle punctured the thick glass top of the counter just above a roll of Lotto scratchers.
Old lady Imitari slowly looked up into Stick's eyes and smiled. Her wide, gentle frown was replaced with a look of joy and something else, something primal, something hungry. Her pupils were blown, and I had the uneasy feeling that I was watching someone be served their absolute favorite meal.
Before Stick could pull his cane from the punctured glass, Imitari casually reached forward, grabbed the cane, and pulled the wirey man forward. Small, old, and wrinkled, Imitari stared into Stick's eyes and overpowered him.
Stick fell forward across the counter. He tried to push himself back, but Imitari's hand clamped down on his wrist like a vice.
Bones ground together as Imitari pulled Stick's hand to her mouth, and with a swift, subtle movement, she bit off the tips of Stick's pinky and ring finger like she was sampling a cookie.
I jumped back next to the cooler as a thin spray of blood arched toward me.
Stick screamed and thrashed, but Imitari's small form was static and immovable. Stick was a fly in a trap. No matter how much he struggled, punched, poked, or kicked, he could not break the old woman's hold. Then, slowly, she took another bite.
It was strangely fascinating watching the frail form of this old woman I had known for years take bite after bite out of Stick. This man, whom I thought of as a predator, a hunter, an enforcer, was crying and begging while an old woman, who looked like a wrinkled thumb in a floral top, quietly devoured him.
I was surprised by the lack of blood after the first spray. I'm sure it was Imitari's crushing grip that stanched the flow of blood. The flesh of Stick's arm looked white from the pressure.
Hand over hand, Imitari pulled Stick forward. Bones cracked as she gripped higher on Stick's arm, clamped down with her long leathery fingers, and fed the flesh and bone, one concise bite at a time, into her open smiling maw. It was rhythmical in its simplicity: chomp, crunch, chew, chew, swallow. Over and over, the pattern continued until the begging stopped.
Stick wasn't dead. He gave up. Not struggling, he laid over the glass counter like a rag doll. He watched me glassily as Imitari took bite after bite, and I knew he wasn't there anymore. Whatever made Stick Stick had either curled up and hidden in a dark corner of his mind or had been devoured with his arm.
The old woman seemed displeased that her meal had stopped struggling. She shook him, but he flopped, and his head lulled from side to side. Imitari frowned, let go of Stick's arm, and pushed down on the limp man's back. Blood gushed from the ragged stump, and Imitari lowered her mouth and drank from the wound like she was sipping from a garden hose.
Stick didn't move. He just grew pail, and eventually, his panicked, shallow breaths ended, and the blood stopped flowing.
Then Imitari stood. With a quick tug, she pulled Stick's body over the counter and let it flop to the floor at her feet. Her eyes closed. A contented smile bloomed on her face as the explosive sound of crunching and cracking bones echoed through the small shop.
The deafening sound of crunching stopped, and only the buzzing of the drinks cooler reverberated through the small space. Imitari opened her eyes and watched me, a broad smile still on her lips. At that moment, I realized I could hear the drinks cooler so well because I had crawled into it, wedged between the glass door and the shelves.
Imitari held me with her gaze as cords of pink flesh lowered from the ceiling and efficiently tidied up Stick's mess, lapping up blood and hot sauce, placing cans on shelves, and scooping up cups of ramen with whip-like tendrils. Then, the cords of flesh nudged me forward, and I stood before Old Lady Imitari.
The thing that I had always thought of as a stern old woman handed me Stick's cane. With the same benign smile I remembered from buying red hots from it as a ten-year-old, it waved me away with its flyswatter, and the cords of flesh pushed me out the door onto the sidewalk.

https://www.nytimes.com/athletic/5503636/2024/05/19/okc-thunder-whats-next/

Zoom out and the totality of this Thunder season is a significant success. Their rebuild hit warp speed. They jumped from the Play-In bracket to 57 wins and the top seed in the loaded West. Their star, Gilgeous-Alexander, finished second in MVP voting and then produced in the playoffs at a level (30.2 points on 50/43/79 shooting splits) that further legitimized his standing as an alpha star on a contender.
But playoff runs reveal warts, and this core’s first postseason together surfaced blemishes and generated questions.

Giddey:

The Mavericks cross-matched their centers onto Giddey whenever he was on the floor in this series and parked them in the paint, unafraid that Giddey could burn them over the top. He didn’t. Giddey went 3-of-16 on 3s in the series and the Thunder lost his court time by 23 points.
Daigneault responded swiftly. They anticipated the Mavericks’ scheme and limited Giddey to 17, 11, 13, 12, 12 and 11 minutes in the six games, his six lowest minute totals since December. He didn’t start the second half of Games 2 and 4. He was replaced in the starting lineup by Isaiah Joe in Games 5 and 6.
The Thunder don’t necessarily have to decide on Giddey’s future this summer, but the urgency is rising. Next season, he will make a reasonable $8.3 million in the final year of his rookie deal, but he’s extension eligible this summer, which is typically long-term decision time on players. Because of how quickly they’ve entered contention, the fifth spot in the Thunder’s starting lineup (and their allocation of future funds) has grown in importance.

Rebounding and size:

At their most vulnerable moment, staring elimination in the face, the Thunder tried to get an extra big man on the floor. That could be informative when wondering how general manager Sam Presti might rearrange the roster this offseason. OKC had a defensive rebound rate of 66.8 percent against Dallas, worse than its regular season clip (69.8), which was bottom-five in the league.
The Thunder have a five-out identity and have prioritized the ability to make plays from every position while building the roster. Nothing indicated that they’re looking to stray away from that to add brute size, but an extra big body on the interior (especially one that can capably hit a 3 and pass on the move) appears the biggest need, either at power forward next to Holmgren or at backup center behind him.

Offensive stagnation:

Daigneault and the Thunder said they felt they lost the series between Games 2 through 5 when the offense hit the skids. The Mavericks packed the paint egregiously, sagging off Giddey, Dort, Wiggins, Wallace and even Holmgren. They collectively went cold from 3. Holmgren went 6-of-27 from 3 in the series. The ball stagnated. They couldn’t get into the paint. They struggled to adjust.
The Thunder stopped involving Dort and Wallace and other guards in some of the screen action, which had clogged the flow. Holmgren spent much of Game 6 in the dunker spot, freeing him for some lobs. They collectively attacked with more decisiveness and rediscovered their drive-and-kick game. They had their best offensive night of the series in the elimination game. But it was too late.

For backstory my great grandmother developed paranoid schizophrenia after menopause and my mother has had brief episodes of psychosis but is okay now. Ever since her psychosis though, I’ve had a big fear of psychosis. I’ve had ocd and anxiety since I was about 5 and im now 25. When I was in middle school I developed it severely though and had extreme derealization / depersonalization that I still suffer from. Right now I’m going through a very bad anxiety phase, almost agoraphobic. I get extreme derealization with thoughts about myself or reality or things I could possibly hallucinate. The feelings and thoughts are so weird I am absolutely convinced they are the beginning of schizophrenia. I’ve read about disorder of self and am afraid that’s me. For example, I’ll start panicking because I don’t know where my thoughts are in my head. It freaks me out. Where are they coming from? How are we all thoughts? And feel like I physically can feel where they are in my head. I’ll become so hyper aware of myself I can see my own eyelashes and feel paralyzed and nothing feels or looks real and everything looks high def and off. I’ll feel like I’m blending into reality, or during one panic attack I felt like there was two of me for a minute. I often feel so weirded out by myself or my limbs I feel like I can’t use them. My arms often feel detached and weird. I’ll feel like I don’t have a jaw and then imagine I hallucinate I don’t. Or feel like I can’t tell what limbs are and like I can feel an extra one and I’ll imagine I hallucinate I do have an extra one. The thoughts about my self and reality get so so weird and dissociating. And sometimes things just don’t feel or look right and I’m so hyper aware of everything , every object , and feel like I’m swimming in the air. Which ive heard is a sign of schizophrenia. Or does this sound more like ocd? I don’t actually hallucinate, but imagine things I could and often have weird bodily sensations, dissociation, etc.

For backstory my great grandmother developed paranoid schizophrenia after menopause and my mother has had brief episodes of psychosis but is okay now. Ever since her psychosis though, I’ve had a big fear of psychosis. I’ve had ocd and anxiety since I was about 5 and im now 25. When I was in middle school I developed it severely though and had extreme derealization / depersonalization that I still suffer from. Right now I’m going through a very bad anxiety phase, almost agoraphobic. I get extreme derealization with thoughts about myself or reality or things I could hallucinate. The feelings and thoughts are so weird I am absolutely convinced they are the beginning of schizophrenia. I’ve read about disorder of self and am afraid that’s me. For example, I’ll start panicking because I don’t know where my thoughts are in my head. It freaks me out. Where are they coming from? How are we all thoughts? And feel like I physically can feel where they are in my head. I’ll become so hyper aware of myself I can see my own eyelashes and feel paralyzed and nothing feels or looks real and everything looks high def and off. I’ll feel like I’m blending into reality, or during one panic attack I felt like there was two of me for a minute. I often feel so weirded out by myself or my limbs I feel like I can’t use them. My arms often feel detached and weird. I’ll feel like I don’t have a jaw and then imagine I hallucinate I don’t. Or feel like I can’t tell what limbs are and like I can feel an extra one and I’ll imagine I hallucinate I do have an extra one. What if these aren’t just what if thoughts but feelings that indicate the beginning of schizophrenia and my ocd just plays on it?:( I feel crazy just typing it, like that’s so weird that it has to be schizophrenia. The thoughts about my self and reality get so so weird and dissociating. And sometimes things just don’t feel or look right and I’m so hyper aware of everything , every object , and feel like I’m swimming in the air. Which ive heard is a sign of schizophrenia :(

For backstory my great grandmother developed paranoid schizophrenia after menopause and my mother has had brief episodes of psychosis but is okay now. Ever since her psychosis though, I’ve had a big fear of psychosis. I’ve had ocd and anxiety since I was about 5 and im now 25. When I was in middle school I developed it severely though and had extreme derealization / depersonalization that I still suffer from. Right now I’m going through a very bad anxiety phase, almost agoraphobic. I get extreme derealization with thoughts about myself or reality or things I could hallucinate. The feelings and thoughts are so weird I am absolutely convinced they are the beginning of schizophrenia. I’ve read about disorder of self and am afraid that’s me. For example, I’ll start panicking because I don’t know where my thoughts are in my head. It freaks me out. Where are they coming from? How are we all thoughts? And feel like I physically can feel where they are in my head. I’ll become so hyper aware of myself I can see my own eyelashes and feel paralyzed and nothing feels or looks real and everything looks high def and off. I’ll feel like I’m blending into reality, or during one panic attack I felt like there was two of me for a minute. I often feel so weirded out by myself or my limbs I feel like I can’t use them. My arms often feel detached and weird. I’ll feel like I don’t have a jaw and then imagine I hallucinate I don’t. Or feel like I can’t tell what limbs are and like I can feel an extra one and I’ll imagine I hallucinate I do have an extra one. What if these aren’t just what if thoughts but feelings that indicate the beginning of schizophrenia and my ocd just plays on it?:( I feel crazy just typing it, like that’s so weird that it has to be schizophrenia. The thoughts about my self and reality get so so weird and dissociating. And sometimes things just don’t feel or look right and I’m so hyper aware of everything , every object , and feel like I’m swimming in the air. Which ive heard is a sign of schizophrenia :( this all seems like self disorder :(

Torn between whether I want to keep investing in battle smith, or multiclass into Warlock.
Campaign is going to level 9, I just hit level 6 with artificer and got my third infusion slot.
Trying to decide if I want to invest into getting the ‘pseudo-smite’ at level 9 battle smith, or multiclass into a great old one warlock.
My build at the moment is a heavily melee focused ‘Gish’ character. I’m primarily using shield for my spell slots, and taking advantage of my extra attack to swing a magical rapier.
I want to keep the play style intact, as in I want to remain a primarily melee focused character, who uses spell slots as reactions/utility.
Narratively, I REALLY want to invest into warlock. Currently playing through CoS for the first time and there is some eldritch happenings going on. My character has a narrative reason to become… intertwined with that.
As much as I’d like to level into Hexblade, my dm has ruled against it since it doesn’t make sense narratively, hence my interest in GOO.
I’d just appreciate any ideas for cantrip/spell selection to help with the character concept, as opposed to taking bursty spells that are going to take away from the melee focus.
Ps. AOA is sort of out of the realm options, as my party has so many sources of tempHP, it just seems like a waste. It seems like the spell that makes the most sense to be using primarily, but alas. I don’t want to be picking between two sources of temp HP if I don’t need to.
This post has turned into me rambling, but I’d appreciate any insight that could be offered.

I'm an intermediate Penhold player and unhappy about my current setup. I think I've jumped onto the expensive equipment, carbon blades and tenergy rubber hype train too early on and I feel like my technique and consistency has suffered because of it.
My current setup is:
Stiga Carbonado 145 Penhold Forehand: Tenergy 05 (2.1mm) Backhand: Tenergy 05 (2.1mm)
I want to dial back my setup a bit and train with slower gear and work on getting better technique and consistency.
I play with using RPB and consider myself a more offensive two wing looper. I want to build a training blade to practice with and eventually move back onto my carbon blades / faster rubbers.
I was considering going to an all wood blade and chinese tacky rubbers to learn how to play control and develop speed & attack with a slower setup.
Am considering this:
Yasaka Ma Lin Extra Offensive Penhold Forehand: Friendship/729 Battle II (2.1mm) Backhand: Friendship/729 Battle II (2.1mm)
Any suggestions?

They bought more stock than us, drove the price up, quickly sold to make a profit and in turn drive the price down. This is called a “short ladder attack” and it worked . Many of you saw 3.86 and once it started declining thought well that was the “squeeze” and started selling at 3, 2.50 even $2….. this was intentional and we will see it again. I’m expecting to see $4-$8 Monday then a drop to $2 ….. a lot of paper hands will panic and sell quick. DONT SELL. This stock can and will get shorted to the double digits in no time as long as everyone holds on. If u think selling than buying the dip, don’t . Keep ur positions and buy the dip if you have extra money

It was the start of a new year, and with that Seouls 4 major school saw a large increase of new students. Everyone was talking about the gang who used to rule over Seoul suddenly disappearing, and nobody was taking ownership of it. (read the Extra info at the bottom, it will help a lot, and it'll explain how things work for new people)
---------------------------North Seoul High--------------------------- A tall, blonde, guy was making jokes with a few of his classmates, most of them where about the Soviet union and WW2. Ivan Alexander (u/Away_excitement3116)
In the corner of class a tall, silver haired boy was training without his shirt on, a few watched while some tried to look away from his muscular build. Klein (u/ProfessionalLuck268)
Simply sitting at his desk doing his schoolwork was one boy, most would says he's normal. But then again, being to only normal guy makes you kind of special. Yuseong (u/Outer-god369)
A tall black dude was talking with his friend, trying to improve his language skills as h had only recently come to Korea. His shirt hiding his very muscular build. (u/TheGloryBe_throwaway)
There was a large group of students talking, making jokes, laughingand just having a good time, in the center of attention was the short curly haired- Ren Yuzaki (u/LeoIsAngry)
There was a boy sleeping on his desk, standing next to him was another boy dressed just like a body guard. He would scare off anyone who got close. The boy sleeping was Kai Edward Tristan (u/KaiAugustInsi)
Some skinny guy was watching the popular newtube channel (How To Fight), he was inspired by Hobin due to the fact they both got bullied a lot. He now wats to be just like him. Kim Suho (u/federal_tip9311)
--------------------------South Seoul High----------------------------
The class watched as an boy with Orange hair, and black leather gloves was polishing his newest Trophy. It's seemed like that was the only thing interesting him at all. Dexter (u/Greensvenner1234)
A short and skinny boy is playing with his Lego bricks. While most see it as immature he's doing it to get a better understanding on a buildings stability and weak points. As he loves working on construction sites. Seok Mujuk (u/domengoenfuego)
Sitting in some expensive designer clothes, was a boy who normally couldn't afford it. But after beating up some bullies who harrased others, and then them offering him their money he gladly took it. Kai Wang (u/wesjsndsjsnss)
"Come and hit me!" a Dude screamed while his Classmates punched and kicked him, yet he was still standing as if nothing had happened at all to him. Lam Lee (u/Dull-tax-4713)
Sitting away from all the noice, enjoying his favorite manga was Kim Jin (u/random_guy_Q)
Amongst the people who tried to punch Lam Lee was one boy who actually manged to hurt him a bit, he didn't notice was Lam was hiding it but his attacks where effective. Adam (u/Theman2326)
---------------------------East Seoul High------------------------------ A boy with gum in his hair was playing games on multiple phones, yet he obviously didn't enjoy it. That's because he was forced to farm stuff for bullies. Su-Jin Park (u/RainProfessional8105)
People stared as there was some guy who brought a few stray cats and dogs with him to class. Some people enjoyed the animals, others saw it as weird. Zanegs (u/Warrenchae)
Some nerds ran up to an average sized boy with white hair, calling him sir and giving him some money, he told them that they are safe as long as the money keeps flowing Hyuk Hwang (u/Rutsch3r)
There was someone silently talking to himself, but not silent enough. Other people could hear h but they didn't understand what he was saying. Myul (u/Longjumping-date-367)
He was not a student of this school, yet he would still come here everyday. He fought someone drunk dude from this school who he now follows around. Ran Yong-Su (u/Any-Lingonberry-3589)
Some drunk dude, he got I trouble a lot for drinking while on school grounds. Beat up some guy once while drunk, who's now following him around. Chao Ming (u/Even-Caramel-9309)
Staying way from other, watching movies about martial arts while simultaneously reading a martial arts magazine was Forgettable (u/Forgettabletiger)
--------------------------West Seoul High-----------------------------
A football (it's called football not soccer) just ended in a 30-0 win. His teammates where all gathered around him praising him for his amazing shots and dribbling. Hyoma Kurona (u/Fungiloo)
Skipping school so he could work in his parents teashop, was a boy who was fascinated by his Chinese roots. Vincent Lee (u/Base_loose)
A boy was going around with a group of scary looking guys. He would try to beat up people and then have them join him. He war cruel to them yet made them yet on rare occasions asked if they are hurt. Jintaro Suzuki (u/SlashDaOne)
Talking to his teacher as if they where best friends was one boy who didn't care about social rankings and as everyone as a friend. Hae Minsu (u/Real_Abrocoma_9377)
After unsuccessfully flirting with a few girls, this boy decided that training his body again was the best way to get their attention. Jin Na (u/Causality_A)
This boy gets along with many people, yet he gets nervous when you ask him about his glove and weirdly large pinky fingers. Ryuk Eun-Soo (u/Elegant-Ad-2431)
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Here are a few rules and things you should keep in mind.

1. How does anything work? Just make a comment saying what your characters is doing or what he wants to do. I will respond with a scenario. Onec your scenario is finished I'll tell you, you can act again in the next part.

If you fight another OC, it will be put into the next part as these are special fights.

1. You're allowed to do anything, you want as long as ng as it's in character.
   
2. You can be permanently crippled, lose limbs and die.
   
3. Random encounters are a thing. They have different rarities, common ones are like you meeting some thugs, while more rare encounters could result in you meeting people like Gun.
   
4. After an successful encounter you're rewarded with all kinds of thing, stat buffs, special items, Uniqe Abilities. The more rare the encounter is, the better the rewards. You can also fail the encounter.
   
5. Stats are important even outside of fighting. You can raise every single stat by training or from rewards.
   

Strength: how strong your hits are, how much you can lift/Carry around. And other physical tasks. Speed: how fast you attack, move and think. Potential: is basically how fast you grow from training, Someone with higher potential will gain more than someone with low potential from the same amount of training. Intelligence: your battle IQ as well as your overall IQ. If your int is low your plans will almost always fail even if your plan is really good and detaild. And someone with high int will almost always be successful even if their plan is bad. Endurance: Your Defense, and how much energy you have.
Stats are also hidden, this is so you have to be careful around every person you don't know. High Intelligence character might find out your stats. And some cards also let you view stats.

1. If you want to do something in secret DM me. This way only you and I will know about it. This could be a betrayal or maybe a secret plan.

7.1 Fight other OCs is something risky, the winner can decide what to do with you. They can to the things mentioned in (2) but they can also try to recruit you.
7.2 Beating an OC will give Special rewards. So it's encouraged by keep in mind that you can suffer a lot if you fail.
If you don't remember something about your OC just DM me

I really love the removal of LT I'm finally not gonna get "out played" by LT users but one thing I'm missing is exceeding the attack speed cap especially for the fact that a lot of items give more AS now so it's not hard to reach the attack speed limit like one of my kindred games I built greaves → kraken → terminus → wits end and I'm already at 2.0 without using Q and 2.27 with Q (5 marks) at level 12 also keep in mind kindred has an average AS ratio of 0.625 and other champs that have a better ratio than kindred can reach the AS cap easily
also zephyr doesn't feel good to build like I'm paying 2k gold for +10% AS and 5%MS on attack stacking up to 3 times and I would just rather buy PD for 2600 and get +60%AS and 12%MS active all the time + 25%crit
I think it would be better to give zephyr a new passive that makes it so you can exceed the AS limit and maybe give it extra 5 MS
do you think riot should add that to league