Disciple of Hell Homebrew PrC's
Potentially useful for use in games.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Sunday, February 28, 2016
IWC's Last Stand 2016
When you're thrown into a casket, locked in, and set on fire oddly enough you end up with quite a bit of time to think about things before it gets really uncomfortable. It isn't the flames that end up doing the damage, but rather the heat.
If it had been a nice, pleasant pine box I would've been good. I could've punched through that sucker like tissue paper. It would've taken forever to burn. Think of how long it takes for logs on a fire to burn all the way through. Your average casket's got a good inch or so of wood between you and the outside world, and wood is a shitty conductor. Like Southeastern levels of shitty conductors.
If it had been a nice, pleasant pine box I would've been good. I could've punched through that sucker like tissue paper. It would've taken forever to burn. Think of how long it takes for logs on a fire to burn all the way through. Your average casket's got a good inch or so of wood between you and the outside world, and wood is a shitty conductor. Like Southeastern levels of shitty conductors.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Thoughtlets: Far Spawn Half-Fiend Analogs
From here
In that case, for what you describe, some terrible analogue of Wilbur Whateley sounds like just the ticket; an unsettling but seemingly human figure who's always completely terrifying when spotted out of the corner of your eye, one whose abominable nature is nearly completely hidden by reality most of the time as though the safe and recognizable was taped over it like wrapping paper... but you can see the seams... and the tape... and the bulges.
You might call it an ectoperan or xenoperan, an ectoxene or edoxene or edoperan. All carry connotations of the outside, the foreign and that which is beyond.
Ectoxene Template
In that case, for what you describe, some terrible analogue of Wilbur Whateley sounds like just the ticket; an unsettling but seemingly human figure who's always completely terrifying when spotted out of the corner of your eye, one whose abominable nature is nearly completely hidden by reality most of the time as though the safe and recognizable was taped over it like wrapping paper... but you can see the seams... and the tape... and the bulges.
You might call it an ectoperan or xenoperan, an ectoxene or edoxene or edoperan. All carry connotations of the outside, the foreign and that which is beyond.
Ectoxene Template
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Thoughtlets: Hands of Christ
From Jim Roberts on Slacktivist:
Someone on my Facebook shared this stupid meme about how if you leave Christianity because of the way Christians act, then you never believed in God at all. My response is that we are, as the body of Christ, His hands and His feet. If we spend our time kicking and punching people, then doesn't it make sense that people flinch from God afterward?
Someone on my Facebook shared this stupid meme about how if you leave Christianity because of the way Christians act, then you never believed in God at all. My response is that we are, as the body of Christ, His hands and His feet. If we spend our time kicking and punching people, then doesn't it make sense that people flinch from God afterward?
Friday, January 22, 2016
Thoughtlets: Florida is America's Penis
Sure, fun things can happen down there and it serves a useful purpose, but it's embarrassingly prone to being stimulated by inappropriate stimuli and gets weird fast if you just stare at it.
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