Lunamor

Thank you so much! You’ve been incredibly kind and awesome!!!

I just realized that my three favorite songs are a satire one, a pop song from the 70s/80s, and an Irish alt-rock protest song. I have no storming idea what my taste in music is.

If I remember correctly, she said that she was open to the idea of there being of a higher power/god, but just didn't believe that the Almighty was a god to be worshiped. So I don't think that would be her viewpoint- I think that she isn't quite an Atheist, more questioning than anything.

“We must do as he does in order to gain his trust.” Glint then proceeded to do his best impression of a very round cat repeatedly head-butting the wall. “Purr. Purr.” ============ Ben closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on Shana’s arms around him, his arm around her. She was here, she was safe. But she wasn’t right that they hadn’t hurt her. Her voice wouldn’t be filled with so much pain, they wouldn’t be having this conversation if she hadn’t been hurt. She’d been hurt on the inside, and that terrified him. That was something he couldn’t heal. Distractedly, he focused on the rest of what she’d said. “Yeah. Yeah, he’s Rob. Probably just scared. I can’t blame him.” He looked her in the eyes and tried to think of some way to fix the still-bleeding wounds he saw inside them. But all he saw was the distant, blurry reflection of the gashes in his mind, tinged with green. “We all are.” @Sorana

WOOOOOOOT!!!

I love Beedle and Prince Sidon and Epona (took forever to find an amiibo for her that wasn’t ridiculously expensive), I once used every last one of my ancient arrows over the course of half an hour (I am quite overly cautious and also have bad aim) to defeat a Guardian, then had a blood moon immediately afterwards and was blown to bits as I stood there in complete shock and anger, and I’ve played a teeny bit of the first few games which are incredibly difficult and made me want to break something before even getting past the first level.

Yep, it’s one of my favorite games ever!

My eyes are bleeding.

Oh darn, wrong person, I meant just Beedle, from Breath of the Wild I’ve been reading too much about DnD bards.

Off topic, but I was trying to help a little kid play a video game, and after a solid minute of him swinging his axe at Beedle the Bard in an attempt to make him give up his arrows, I had to tell him “Use your words, not your axe”.

I should just make the text under my name say “GIRL” at this point

Sup my gals. I am a girl, though my profile picture and name tend to confuse people

If you click on “Popular Contributors” at the bottom of the home page, then set it to “All Time”, you can scroll down to find the most liked posts. You can also specify certain time periods if you would like to see more. As far as I know there isn’t anything like a highlights board, though it would be cool to have the option to see the most liked posts of each subforum. You can sort by ones with most replies if you are looking for popular topics, though.

Glint raced off after him, doing his best impression of a very round cat. “I bet he’s looking for birds too!” ——————— Ben bristled on the inside at the last thing she said. So that was why she seemed broken. He wanted to be angry, but they probably hadn’t meant to hurt her. They were just concerned for the well-being of everyone. “James and Rob have good intentions. They are good people. But they don’t know what it’s like to be held captive. To have your life bleed out of you like motes of dust your hands just can’t grasp, to watch someone you love with a knife pressed to their throat and praying it doesn’t draw blood, to know that there is nothing you can do but try to futilely hold onto a hope that dissolves in your hands, to feel utterly and completely helpless...” He stopped himself, taking a deep breath and wrapping his arm around Shana. They were both still here, still ok. ”Having mercy is the opposite of bringing death. It’s what makes us the good guys. We can’t lose that. Life before death. It doesn’t matter who the life belongs to.” His voice was almost a whisper, laced with a quiet intensity. @Sorana