I’ll give a shout out to Fictorum, which is kinda janky but is a physics-heavy wizard simulator with on-the-fly spellshaping and some real wild spellslinging combos. Between the combat levels, there’s a travel/encounter-type rpg thing vaguely similar to FTL as you try to stay ahead of a wave of Bad Things^tm^
Archelon
Did they release a 5.5 PHB
Pretty much
3.5 crunchy
Naaaaaaah.
If your own neurotransmitters aren’t working right, store-bought is fine.
Congratulations! Your players have become the villains of the campaign. What should you expect when this happens?
Well, summoning an elder god is an extremely stupid foolish idiot thing to do. An Elder God cannot be reasoned with or controlled by a pathetic mortal and attempting to get its attention will likely get a dozen square miles flattened like God swatting a flea.
But if you’re arrogant or greedy or shortsighted enough to want to do it anyways, then you’ve got a lot of work to do. At the very least, you’re going to need a complete copy of the necronomicon, which will be near-impossible to find and definitely impossible to retrieve without committing some heinous crimes. Plus you’ll need some ritual artifacts from cyclopean remnants deep beneath the sea or under the ice in the antarctic. And to get all those, you need money, power, and connections so I hope you like dealing with the Mob. Plus your body will need to be altered to survive channeling that much arcane power, so I hope you like mutating into something that makes Wilbur Whately look like Adonis.
And naturally while you’re doing all this, a group of random shmoes will stumble onto your conspiracy and band together as a group of Investigators to try and stop you beginning an apocalypse. There’ll be some back and forth as you send minions to deal with them, trap them, race them, etc., but they almost certainly will be there right as you are culminating your great summoning ritual. Then it’s all up to the dice: either you win, summon an Elder God, and get everything in the zip code including yourself killed for annoying it; or you lose, and an investigator puts a .44 through your soft cartilaginous skull.
Lemme tell ya, Ed Gein would have made a killing on Etsy.
Gisèle Pelicot’s voice broke as she addressed some of the witnesses who stayed in the room.
“I wanted to remind these women — wives, sisters, mothers — who say their husbands are good men who wouldn’t do this,” she said. “I had the same.”
Lest we forget this is the same country whose citizens rioted because IDF soldiers who raped prisoners were being punished.
Gotta make sure Hamas has radical recruits so Israel can keep justifying apartheid, genocide, and invasion.
Let’s be honest, it’s Benito Orban if anything.
I can already hear the “Dongchuckler dry heave bubbleslide”
I sometimes use nitter.poast.org, it works fine for me.