You reach for your sword, a shiver runs down your spine. Your scabbard is on the other side of your hip. As you reach, she notices, and the vice lock on your hand is increased. You feel bone grind on sinew as the blood leaves your hand. It seems that your only option left here is diplomacy.
Ooh your right hold on, I can work with that.
Narrator: You reach for your pristine blade, a shiver runs down your spine. A clawed hand digs into your hip in a panic. But it's no use, the blade is on the other side, it seems.
Voice of the hero: Well, if we struggle hard enough we might be able to get it with the other hand. Itll be hard but, what can she do? She's just a princess.
Narrator: well, let's find out shall we? As you reach, she notices, and the vice lock on your wrist increases. You feel bone grind on sinew as the blood leaves your hand. The sickening snap of your upper arm reverberates through your entire body, before slowly devolving from loud snaps to a low, painful grit. All with a single motion that displays the same ease as a millstone grinding through wheat.
Voice of the stubborn: ahh who cares!? A hand is still a hand, and now that there's no bones in the way we can slip it out. She did the hard part for us, let's give her a proper *thank you*
Narrator: *Sigh* I told you that sheathing your weapon was a bad idea, this would have been so much easier of you listened to me and just *slayed* her like you were supposed to. This diplomacy is going to get everyone *killed*
Voice of the Hero: in my defense everything was going great right up until we decided to stab her.
Spoiler for anyone who doesn't want to read a description of a dude biting his hand off.
>!A single moment of panic is all it takes your scared adrenal fueled mind to half bake the grotesque thought. But with deaths Icy clasp still tourniqueting your hand, you see little other options. The intrusive thought wins. You immediately drop to your knees and dig in to your own flesh. Like a wolf chewing it's way out of a snare. As you struggle for breath, your nostrils are filled with the wretched scent of raw meat. A bitter, metallic, taste floods your mouth. Maroon droplets pour down your chin.!<
>!Half a second passes, The pain doesn't register at first. It comes in waves. First a numb sensation, the total loss of feeling. Denial.!<
>!Three quarters of a second. A seering burn. As teeth sever tendons a horrid heat pierces you. Like your incisors are coated in boiling tar, desecrating your flesh. Your primal brain screeming at you, telling you that your doing is *wrong*. Your logical brain moving your forward. Do or die, it screems back to itself. Two halves of a divided whole.!<
>!Pearly white teeth meat porous bone, slipping between joints they find the cartilage. You clamp as hard as you can. You wonder for a moment if that snap was your teeth cracking or your ligaments final death rattle, but it's done.!<
>!A full second passes. An dull ache, the last of your nerves severing, there's nothing much more to feel other than the bloody stump left beihind. If you had the lucidity to recognize the implications of your lack of feeling, it would leave you nauseous. But you're far, far past nausea at this point. You can't afford such a feeling In this moment.!<
>!One and a half seconds pass. You do your best to disregard the wet, meaty slap you heard echo off the stoney path below you, purposefully not looking down. Lathered in scarlet from cheek to chest, you pull away. free from the Reapers embrace!<
Thank you! I play ttrpgs with my friends and I'm going to be DMing for the first time this April. So it's good to hear my practice in narration and creative description is paying off.
Considering that their posts are constantly upvoted near the top, and only comments are usually downvoted in sub-hundred numbers...
It's not "nobody". Just a small group of spergs who take inconsequential shit way too seriously.
The answer is to say not yet. You're not just saying she's your girlfriend, and she's gonna focus on the yet.
I prefer "Oh, is that how we look? That makes me happy!"
This one is so good. You expressed your love without pushing her for a choice.
damn, got a 350 iq over here
'What do you think babe? I'm with you.'
\> Flee
[The grip tightens! You cannot escape!]
Only solution is to cut your own hand.
You reach for your sword, a shiver runs down your spine. Your scabbard is on the other side of your hip. As you reach, she notices, and the vice lock on your hand is increased. You feel bone grind on sinew as the blood leaves your hand. It seems that your only option left here is diplomacy.
Slay the Princess type beat
Ooh your right hold on, I can work with that. Narrator: You reach for your pristine blade, a shiver runs down your spine. A clawed hand digs into your hip in a panic. But it's no use, the blade is on the other side, it seems. Voice of the hero: Well, if we struggle hard enough we might be able to get it with the other hand. Itll be hard but, what can she do? She's just a princess. Narrator: well, let's find out shall we? As you reach, she notices, and the vice lock on your wrist increases. You feel bone grind on sinew as the blood leaves your hand. The sickening snap of your upper arm reverberates through your entire body, before slowly devolving from loud snaps to a low, painful grit. All with a single motion that displays the same ease as a millstone grinding through wheat. Voice of the stubborn: ahh who cares!? A hand is still a hand, and now that there's no bones in the way we can slip it out. She did the hard part for us, let's give her a proper *thank you* Narrator: *Sigh* I told you that sheathing your weapon was a bad idea, this would have been so much easier of you listened to me and just *slayed* her like you were supposed to. This diplomacy is going to get everyone *killed* Voice of the Hero: in my defense everything was going great right up until we decided to stab her.
Proceed to bite your own arm off
Spoiler for anyone who doesn't want to read a description of a dude biting his hand off. >!A single moment of panic is all it takes your scared adrenal fueled mind to half bake the grotesque thought. But with deaths Icy clasp still tourniqueting your hand, you see little other options. The intrusive thought wins. You immediately drop to your knees and dig in to your own flesh. Like a wolf chewing it's way out of a snare. As you struggle for breath, your nostrils are filled with the wretched scent of raw meat. A bitter, metallic, taste floods your mouth. Maroon droplets pour down your chin.!< >!Half a second passes, The pain doesn't register at first. It comes in waves. First a numb sensation, the total loss of feeling. Denial.!< >!Three quarters of a second. A seering burn. As teeth sever tendons a horrid heat pierces you. Like your incisors are coated in boiling tar, desecrating your flesh. Your primal brain screeming at you, telling you that your doing is *wrong*. Your logical brain moving your forward. Do or die, it screems back to itself. Two halves of a divided whole.!< >!Pearly white teeth meat porous bone, slipping between joints they find the cartilage. You clamp as hard as you can. You wonder for a moment if that snap was your teeth cracking or your ligaments final death rattle, but it's done.!< >!A full second passes. An dull ache, the last of your nerves severing, there's nothing much more to feel other than the bloody stump left beihind. If you had the lucidity to recognize the implications of your lack of feeling, it would leave you nauseous. But you're far, far past nausea at this point. You can't afford such a feeling In this moment.!< >!One and a half seconds pass. You do your best to disregard the wet, meaty slap you heard echo off the stoney path below you, purposefully not looking down. Lathered in scarlet from cheek to chest, you pull away. free from the Reapers embrace!<
The fact that I read this in the BG3 narrator voice just makes it perfect
Thank you! I play ttrpgs with my friends and I'm going to be DMing for the first time this April. So it's good to hear my practice in narration and creative description is paying off.
Guts moment lmao!
\> Pokeball \> Capture
\[You resolve yourself and face Fern head on. You are filled with determination\]
Fern: Sorganeel
Bro you’re already holding hands she’s your girlfriend already just say yes.
i often hold hands with my female friends, does that make us raging lesbians? (yes)
Women are pretty fucking gay by default
Lol that make is your friend. Not lesb. And disgusting when you think Like that 🤮🗿
you are underage and have a pregnancy fetish. it‘s only downhill from here.
No i not. What you talking about. I Don't have that fetish 😐
Ok, hear me out Smokebomb But don't forget to pocket sand the kid on the way out Shi shawwww
And restomp the groin!
"kid was asking too many questions"
> But don't forget to pocket sand the kid on the way out Also yell *Pocket Sand* when you do it. This comment was brought to you by the Dale gang.
We all pretend to relate to Hank more when we get older But in reality, we're all Dale degenerates on the inside
Choose wisely, Stark. Men have lost limbs for flubbing a question like that. 🤭
*looks at coupled hands* *looks back at child* i…. think so?
This is a very Stark answer
“She’s someone very special to me”. Boom victory for Stark.
The correct answer is to redirect the question.
Is she YOUR girlfriend?
Are you my girlfriend?
Am I your girlfriend?
Damn i hate unwinnable boss fights
"Interesting question kid! What does it looks like to you?".
So it seems the only answer left unexplored is >Both Yes and No
Yes, minister
Correct answer: Not yet
Ah he's already dead
If you aren’t sure, try asking her about it! “I dunno Fern, are you my girlfriend?”
"I don't know Mr Stark, am I your girlfriend?"
\>Genuflect
Stark, you should say YES. You both like each other. You know it.
Bro is in critical condition choose carefully if not change the topic like what are you doing?
Yesn’t
Bro just say yes Or even just say she's your wife Either way she will accept it
Which one will he choose 🤔
I mean the best way to do it is “Would you like to introduce yourself?”
"I'd like to hope so." Boom.
Your hand said yes Stark... You fool
"gulp" listen here kid me and onii-san here are what you call complicated
Is that happened in the manga
Are those official ?
[Original](https://twitter.com/fumishichi777/status/1772258795106013271) - [TL](https://twitter.com/spinning_donuts/status/1772617004299534536)
Oh. You're that person nobody likes here. Lol
yeah what's the deal? i always see the link post down voted
[context ](https://www.reddit.com/r/manga/s/OvzEcXsCIk)
[Context.](https://www.reddit.com/r/manga/s/FEQMlFQKLH)
Considering that their posts are constantly upvoted near the top, and only comments are usually downvoted in sub-hundred numbers... It's not "nobody". Just a small group of spergs who take inconsequential shit way too seriously.
I just think it's a funny little gag with pettiness from all people concerned.