in primary school we had a creative writing assignment where we had to ‘write about a character in a new, strange situation!’ and i wrote about a squid that was somehow teleported from the ocean to the forest floor and slowly choked to death for two pages and i’ll never quite forget my teacher’s face because it turns out she wanted ‘this new school is scary, i hope i make friends!’ and not a graphic description of a squid dying
every time i look at the mystery gang i have this like visceral feeling that someone is missing. but nobody ever is. who are they. what happened to them
logically i know this is them. these are the only people in the mystery gang. fred, daphne, velma, shaggy, and scooby. thats the 5 of them. but something deep within my lizard brain is telling me theres a 6th member that has been, for unknown reasons, banished from this timeline and our collective memory as a species
In the same way that spell-users need to spend 8 hours memorising spells, rule that fighters need to spend 8 hours working out or they run out of punch-slots.
It’s usually a full night’s sleep and then somewhere between ten minutes and two hours. Eight full hours of memorization would cripple any adventurer. I did actually read a book one time where this legendary swordsman was required to go through an hour of sword practice every morning or he lost all the powers his magic sword granted him because the spirits of the blade hate lazy people.
My buddy, my pal, I spend my time writing D&D jokes on tumblr. What part of that description makes you think I have ever, at any point in my life, been anywhere even remotely near a gym?
