Tufnutplays - Tufnut, Terminally Online

the anesthetic apparently hasn't fully worn off yet

I think I just met the main character. this luciferium-powered genetic supersoldier fell from the sky (space battle crash landing), tended his own wounds without medicine, and limped south with a purpose—despite debilitating pain.

I hope if we ever cross paths again, Kulek, it’s on the same side.

i decided to use a piece of a discord chat and one of the unused siffrin sprites. just because

spoilers for act 5 below the cut ‼️

part 98 <- || part 99 || -> part 100

I tried so hard and I got so far but in the end it didn't even matter

Context: the entire party was basically just put in a saw trap illusionscape thing by an evil archfae, everybody but the monk died in a game of hide and seek after going through a lot of other physical/psychological trauma. long story short, the session was intense. said archfae gave the monk a wish for winning the hide and seek game, and he was trying to convince her to undo everything she just did with the wish after explaining that games aren’t fun when not everybody is playing.

DM: Ok, now roll persuasion. 

Monk, who has a -1, ooc: Ah, my strong suit. 

Monk ooc, angirly: NAT FUCKIN ONE- *audiable desk slam* AFTER ALL THAT- 

*long pause paired with the sound of people’s mics clipping as the entire table made misc sounds of distress*

DM: *world’s most pained sigh* With advantage. 

not the twitter migrants putting "reblog heavy" in their bios on here... like yeah. that's what we do here