Someone hit me with their car and I got isekai’d to a world that’s really similar to my old one except in this one my collarbone is mysteriously broken
Foxes disguised as monks. On the left from Japan and on the right from Denmark.
One of the unifying features of humanity is that every culture on Earth that meets a fox goes “I don’t trust that fucking bastard as far as I can throw him.” And I think it’s VERY funny.
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you’d expect, and none of the ones you wouldn’t. “There he is,” people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.
So this is my new dnd character, a changeling called John Doe.
They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven’t had your “third” death. You decide to find out why.
You sold some shitty copper, man, I don’t know what to tell you
forever thinking of the time i just wanted to know how long i could go without sleeping and google autofilled it to “in minecraft” without me realizing. you can imagine my shock and horror until i read the website title
