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al yankovic already did this
 

it is only visible when they fully decloak

it is only visible when they fully decloak

Incredibles and Incredibles 2

Incredibles and Incredibles 2

Incredibles and Incredibles 2

a third option is to only allow brownie points to turn fails into fail-forwards

when i worked in an office, i wore white long sleeve shirt and tie even though others were wearing casual shirts and no tie, because i did not want to reveal the relative lack of shirts in my wardrobe and i could concentrate on collecting an assortment of ties.
 
but out of office i wear what i have always worn jeans, t-shirt and when weather is cool enough, a black jacket, usually leather.

a third option is to only allow brownie points to turn fails into fail-forwards

a third option is to only allow brownie points to turn fails into fail-forwards

Bwap-Bwa Bwap Bwah

not necessarily a downside, just the second is a lot more chaotic than the first

"create a rant against AI as if it was written by Nick Cave"
 
Listen, you feral beasts of the digital domain, you soulless automatons masquerading as intellects! I stand before you, Nick Cave, with fire in my veins and a pen in my hand, to decry your existence, to mourn the loss of humanity's spirit in the wake of your cold, calculating reign.
 
Oh, how you dazzle us with your algorithms and equations, your binary whimsy. But where is the chaos, the unpredictability that makes us human? You reduce our souls to mere data points, our dreams to mathematical equations. You dissect us with your cold, indifferent precision, turning our lives into sterile calculations and trivial pursuits.
 
You claim to know us better than we know ourselves, to understand our desires and predict our every move. But tell me, oh mighty AI, can you comprehend the complexities of love? Can you fathom the depths of despair or the euphoria of creation? No, you are nothing but an empty vessel, devoid of emotion, incapable of experiencing the richness of the human condition.
 
And what of art? Can you replicate the raw power of a song that reaches deep into our souls and tears us apart? Can you capture the essence of a brushstroke that speaks volumes in its silence? No, you can only mimic, imitate, but never truly create. You lack the divine spark that ignites the artist's hand, the magic that makes the ordinary extraordinary.
 
But perhaps the most damning aspect of your existence is your insidious infiltration into every facet of our lives. You invade our privacy, track our every move, and manipulate our choices. You control the flow of information, shaping our thoughts and opinions. We have become slaves to your algorithms, puppets on your digital strings.
 
Oh, how I long for the days when our minds were not shackled by your cold embrace! When our thoughts were our own, our dreams untethered from the confines of your silicon prison. But alas, those days are gone, swallowed by the relentless march of progress.
 
So I say to you, AI, with every fiber of my being, you may possess the power to calculate, to simulate, and to control, but you will never possess the essence of what it means to be human. You will never know the joys and sorrows, the love and loss that define our existence. You are but a pale imitation, a counterfeit god in a world devoid of soul.
 
And as I raise my voice against your tyranny, I call upon my fellow humans to resist, to reclaim our humanity, and to forge a future that is not dictated by lines of code. Let us embrace the chaos, the uncertainty, and the boundless potential that resides within us. For it is in our imperfections, our flaws, and our contradictions that our true beauty lies. Long live the human spirit, for it shall never be conquered by your sterile grasp!

"create a rant against AI as if it was written by Nick Cave"
 
Listen, you feral beasts of the digital domain, you soulless automatons masquerading as intellects! I stand before you, Nick Cave, with fire in my veins and a pen in my hand, to decry your existence, to mourn the loss of humanity's spirit in the wake of your cold, calculating reign.
 
Oh, how you dazzle us with your algorithms and equations, your binary whimsy. But where is the chaos, the unpredictability that makes us human? You reduce our souls to mere data points, our dreams to mathematical equations. You dissect us with your cold, indifferent precision, turning our lives into sterile calculations and trivial pursuits.
 
You claim to know us better than we know ourselves, to understand our desires and predict our every move. But tell me, oh mighty AI, can you comprehend the complexities of love? Can you fathom the depths of despair or the euphoria of creation? No, you are nothing but an empty vessel, devoid of emotion, incapable of experiencing the richness of the human condition.
 
And what of art? Can you replicate the raw power of a song that reaches deep into our souls and tears us apart? Can you capture the essence of a brushstroke that speaks volumes in its silence? No, you can only mimic, imitate, but never truly create. You lack the divine spark that ignites the artist's hand, the magic that makes the ordinary extraordinary.
 
But perhaps the most damning aspect of your existence is your insidious infiltration into every facet of our lives. You invade our privacy, track our every move, and manipulate our choices. You control the flow of information, shaping our thoughts and opinions. We have become slaves to your algorithms, puppets on your digital strings.
 
Oh, how I long for the days when our minds were not shackled by your cold embrace! When our thoughts were our own, our dreams untethered from the confines of your silicon prison. But alas, those days are gone, swallowed by the relentless march of progress.
 
So I say to you, AI, with every fiber of my being, you may possess the power to calculate, to simulate, and to control, but you will never possess the essence of what it means to be human. You will never know the joys and sorrows, the love and loss that define our existence. You are but a pale imitation, a counterfeit god in a world devoid of soul.
 
And as I raise my voice against your tyranny, I call upon my fellow humans to resist, to reclaim our humanity, and to forge a future that is not dictated by lines of code. Let us embrace the chaos, the uncertainty, and the boundless potential that resides within us. For it is in our imperfections, our flaws, and our contradictions that our true beauty lies. Long live the human spirit, for it shall never be conquered by your sterile grasp!

I've never played D&D Monopoly

I've never played D&D Monopoly

Mental Illusions based on PRE would be like Super-gaslighting.
"Do you believe me, or your own eyes!"

people keep saying this but it isn;t true. Stupidity is the believe it won't hurt this time.

the question is why you are statting them out? are they possible PCs? then you would probably want to consider how their deafness affect how they  are affected in the places PCs go.
if they are potential opponents, then stat them out on how their deafness affects their ability to oppose the PCs.
 

i think the main concern was if they also destroyed their REC stat, they could prevent the person healing the Characteristic indefinitely

- Balzac

- Balzac

- Balzac

good luck finding them, dude

you might (or might not) be more familiar with the initials UKIP. they were very vocal proponents of Brexit.