So One Of The Songs Isn't Actually Available To Me Anymore So, Nice...

Rambling part 2, electric boogaloo.

So, after the soldier manages to make it to the nearby village, a young woman spots him and guesses something wrong. As she makes her way closer to the man, a large bullet hole slowly opens in his head and he collapses, goes limp for a second until the changes reverse and Alister is back in control, but is still extremely weak and blacks out. When he wakes up, he finds he is in the young woman's home being tended to. He stays there for a while and learns that the town is a magic community, and they help him learn about magic.

After the Allies manage to liberate France after D-Day, he goes back to find his parents, since at the start of the war, they promised to remain, but they weren't there. It turn out that when Alister collapsed and his squad left him, that they came back and reported to Thompson that he was killed in action to which Thompson sent a telegram to his family. They left France before Germany's occupation, and while Alister wanted to find them, he didn't feel like endangering them too, so he decided to keep his distance.

He takes a ferry to England starts working for the English sanctuary. He becomes a detective for them, taking up murder cases and using his ability to solve them, and everything is normal until he gets a case that's too close to home.

So, I need some more opinions on something.

Im DM'ing a campaign for a few new DND players (also I'm a new DM) and I'm trying to figure out a path for the BBEG, I have 3 paths for it to take, so could you tell me what sounds best?

The BBEG is named Victor who is a firbolg Necromancer/Druid lorde of a small town named Hendral. His wife and child died due to ailments and his wife is now a litch who dwells in the castle.

Victor kills himself to protect the town from the litch and after you defeat her she makes one last spell. Victor is now a vampire

Same as number 2 but he becomes part of an amalgamation creature that you might need to help.

After Victor's wife dies he gives his body up to a certain god and becomes worse in some way. Instead of killing himself you have to fight him. I haven't thought of it properly so that might need some more work.

Please, if you have any ideas, please tell me!!!

Ah, your welcome. You always have to dress for the occa-... if I may ask, did you hear anything while I was gone?

Well @willynillynonsense , Quincy should be here in a sec, he's just getting out of his work uniform so, I'll leave you be.

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Hi, I'm sorry if I didn't make any noise coming in, still on work mode, William isn't it? It's nice to meet you, Atlas has told me so much about you. They also probably told you my name but, what's wrong with a proper introduction, my name is Quincy O' Callahan.

Well, I cut it off to get back my abilities back after not having them for a while.

Oh god, are you ok?! I'm so sorry if what I said panicked you or anything I didn't know.

Look, we can talk about something else if you want? And again, I'm sorry for saying that.

Well @willynillynonsense , Quincy should be here in a sec, he's just getting out of his work uniform so, I'll leave you be.

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Hi, I'm sorry if I didn't make any noise coming in, still on work mode, William isn't it? It's nice to meet you, Atlas has told me so much about you. They also probably told you my name but, what's wrong with a proper introduction, my name is Quincy O' Callahan.

So, last night I was jumping around and doing weird shit, and I took a picture. This is the lovechild of my creativity and that picture.

Alistair Montague

An amazing commission from @grangermonarque of my Skulduggery Pleasant oc Alistair, the boi.

Well, I guess we could start now. Apologies for any nauseous feelings I cause, I'm still trying to get used to this.... hmm, maybe it's not wor-

*doubles over in pain*

Ah [CENSORED], I see. Well that should be over, you ok? Other William, or Dave now, you alright? Any pain? I might run out and get some pain killers for Billy right here, I'll be back in a sec.

Ahhh. Those were some good cartons of ice cream. I’m ready to get back to chatting with your roommates, @atlas539. I’ll rest here on this couch until you’re ready.

Hm. It’s sagging a bit, but I guess that’s to be expected…

I apologise for my inactivity on this site, I am recently back from a holiday and I am currently in a state of fandom fatigue. My Stardew Valley phase has come back with a vengeance and I am currently trying to write a short story that I might post here. I hope people's summer/winter is going well, hope to be posting soon again!!

No honestly, it's just very odd. It's like finding a younger me, but slightly different. And I could see why my response could suprised you, but honestly, if I could choose between spring lock pain and a small bit of added weight, I would choose the second option any day.

Hmm...

Whatever you are thinking don't-

Other William, would you be more comfortable in your Dave form, the only kinda downside is well, it will more be a switch of forms, so my William will be in his younger form. Also I can't do it for long, if you will have the talk with the last candidate, if anything goes bad I'll need my power... hopefully it won't come to that

Ahhh. Those were some good cartons of ice cream. I’m ready to get back to chatting with your roommates, @atlas539. I’ll rest here on this couch until you’re ready.

Hm. It’s sagging a bit, but I guess that’s to be expected…

Henry was pacing around the room with an air of dread, he kept asking himself "Why did I go through with this!?" It had been approximately ten minutes since he took his first dose of the formula and he could feel small changes occurring while he scribbled down notes like a lunatic. He felt nauseated while a small warmth dispersed throughout his body, he hadn't anticipated feeling like this when making the liquid, HJ7 as he called it, was the lovechild of his studies that had lasted years, finally brought to life.

The main reason of such studies was man's indulgence in guilty pleasures or more specifically, his own. See, Henry had been languishing in a love-less marriage for a few years but had never had the heart to leave, he still loved his wife and kids, so he couldn't bring himself to tell her. And that's when he had an idea, a ludicrous but brilliant idea, what if he didn't have to feel the guilt for indulging in these pleasures. After sometime he finally made it, he doesn't now how himself but, he did. But he didn't think about the testing part.

So, there he was leaning over the table staring at his own notes trying to comprehend what was there, he felt worried, an odd fuzzy feeling began plaguing his mind, stopping him from thinking straight. He was about to pick up his pencil to continue writing the notes when a sharp, brutal pain hit him, causing him to arch his back in excruciating pain and drop his pencil to the ground.

If anyone would have witnessed these events they would have seen the anguish laced expression as he let out an ear-splitting screech when he dropped to the floor, but would have been much more disturbed a few minutes later when low-pitched erratic laughter was heard in the room.

The man in the room was no longer dear old Henry Emily.