City Of Last Chances Anon Come Back .... I Need To Scream About Yasnic Building A Shrine To All The Lost

feeling really normal about city of last chances (2022) by adrian tchaikovsky

and—wait!! the mortifying ordeal of being known has just entered the ring!! OHHHH IT'S THE MORTIFYING ORDEAL WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

LITERALLY NOTHING GOES OUR WAY

cat fight

You’re welcome 😘

Also if I could run a dnd session that worked like Ilmar I think my life would be complete. The whole book felt like i was watching dominoes fall in slow motion while all the narrators played a fucked up relay race with the narrative and it was just so good

OKAY FACTS i had almost the EXACT same thought and i was especially struck by the reproach?? almost immediately i was like ohhhhh i want to send my players here. but yes. the plotting. the way it starts with one death and just snowballs and you're following that single thread, that one pulse of the butterfly's wing rippling out through this living, breathing city.

Can't get the dream I had this weekend out of my head. The gorgeous gold glow everything seemed to have, like everything was perfect. How happy dream-me was. The fact that I was a girl in said dream. I was older, sure. But she was happy, and the world was full of light and hope.

A wasps nest

Not that far removed from Cleopatra's bees, honestly. I'm not as brave as her though, I'm gonna have to pass.

Fuck it. Unhinged smash or pass. Spin the wheel.

me: i've had a busy morning, but things are slowing down. i'm going to make a few notes for sunday's d&d session.

every single person in the organisation sending me a teams message in that moment: