ID: Screenshot of the notes section from AO3, which says: if you pay attention to all my carefully planned foreshadowing, you may be able to tell I had no idea where I was going with this story the entire time. End ID.
author as relieved as audience that the story wrapped up by the end of the writing
“Oh boo hoo you shouldn’t ask your friends for favors we’re all adults”
I just spent three hours pulling up carpet and staples for a friend’s home renovation and we all did nothing but chat and joke and have wonderful conversation the whole time.
Helping somebody move or renovate or giving them a ride to the airport is functionally the same as going mini-golfing or playing a board game: it’s an activity that you do that is made more fun by having good company, and which provides something to talk about when the conversation lulls.
sure there’s a ramp, but is it steep? is there a curb at the top? is the ground uneven? do i need a key for the elevator? are the aisles and doorways wide enough? do i have room to turn? is there furniture and clutter in my way? is the carpet difficult to wheel on? can i open the doors myself?
accessibility to wheelchairs is more than just a ramp.
Today I decided to take out the Bhaalist cultists on the top floor of Felogyr’s Fireworks. I’d attempted this a couple of times only to be thwarted by game crashes, so I wasn’t about to beat around the bush. I detach Astarion from the party and cast Greater Invisibility and Pass Without Trace on him. Then, like any responsible vampire spawn owner, I send him upstairs to his most enriching environment: a room full of oblivious cultists whom he can murderise with impunity.
As the bodies begin hitting the floor, the various guards and staff decide that the three adventurers loitering suspiciously on their landing are the source of the problem, and engage them in combat. As long as I remain focused on Astarion, however, who is upstairs gleefully stabbing cultists, the guards can do nothing but glower at my party, weapons drawn, in Faerun’s most awkward staring contest.
At last, one of the cultists rolls high enough to see through Astarion’s invisibility, and Astarion gets shunted into the initiative order with everyone else. At this point, Avery the fireworks boss comes running upstairs, sees his staff brawling with us, and decides the only way to save his business is Explosions.
He casts Fireball. Gale fails to Counterspell. My screen fills with fire and ‘Object took 74 fire damage!’ notifications. Grimly, I look to the party portraits to see who needs healing, and… no one has lost a single hit point. Bewildered, I swap to Astarion to see what’s happening on the top floor, and everything begins to make sense.
BG3, I have noticed, gets a little confused if anyone casts an AOE spell in an area that has two overlapping elevations. Such as the landing and top floor of a fireworks shop. Sometimes, it will ignore the conveniently clustered trio of adventurers that were clearly Mr Fireworks’ target and sail impossibly over their heads to strike the upper floor of his shop.
The only PC up there is Astarion. Astarion, the rogue with Evasion, who can negate all damage from explosions by succeeding a Dex save.
The upper floor is the fireworks laboratory.
As the camera focuses and the smoke clears from the chain reaction of detonating firework crates, Astarion stands untouched and triumphant amid a pile of smouldering corpses. The remaining cultists burn feebly at his feet. So do the few unlucky guards who had made it upstairs. Avery, understandably stricken at the realisation that he has murdered his own staff and is winning worst boss of the year, runs into the corner and stands facing the wall.
We take out the few remaining employees, and I instruct Astarion to begin looting bodies. Immediately, a Flaming Fist guard sprints through the door to the shop, dashes past the multiple lightning-struck, radiant-flame-scorched, elemental-fist-pulverised corpses now lining the stairs, past the blood-covered adventurers on the landing, and attempts to arrest Astarion for theft.
Astarion, with a dozen bodies crumbling to cinders behind him, insists that the vial of deadly poison he’s clutching was his to begin with, and that he wouldn’t have had to steal it back if the guard would just get better at her job. He rolls a natural 20 on deception. Chastened, the guard relents.
We exit the firework shop. Not a single hit point has been lost.
Angy bc i just learned that transfering a poke from pokemon home into violet causes it to forget moves that aren’t in its learnset.
Which is only an issue bc i wanted to transfer over one of my happy hour pokes for grinding money but now i cannot.
And to make that worse, you could get a happy hour poke that retained that move if you preordered the dlc for Violet before october 31st but I’d been putting off purchasing it til i actually finished the game.
