An Everyday Bio Class:

An everyday bio class:

p1: There’s mould in the jar - ewww

p2: Let me touch it!!!

I am so confused. Why are people following me? What did I do to deserve this kindness?? I am just a poor child writing down all the funky stuff that makes its way into words???? 

I never thought it would work to be honest. They started out just correcting each other’s mistakes for example. The fighting grew into joking around, playfully messing with the other. I’m surprised the rest of the party didn’t notice sooner, didn’t they see the looks in their eyes? Then again, I’m one to go all-out on my ships. Romance makes the best melodies. Maybe my love song did help after all.

A cleric and a necromancer find themselves in an adventuring party together. Their conflicting views on life, death, and the undead, often lead them to quarrel. Despite their constant arguing, the two have developed a budding romance, an occurrence quite confusing to the rest of the party.

*doing physics revision*

Friend: *does Italian hand gesture when not getting a question right*

Me: Do.. you want pizza?

Friend: yes

I usually walk away from a situation like this. I don’t speak up. Never. Sign language my whole life, and I hate physical conflict. This fight was not my place to be.

But this one was bloody and deadly. I don’t want to leave her alone to die. Plus I’ve lost count how long it’s been since I was in a fight. Punching someone now would be immediate death, I’d be blamed for murder. And sent to jail on top of that. However, I’d rather go to jail then leave her to die, even if it was right before my application for President. They won’t care for my criminal history when I’m the most persuasive man they’ve ever seen.

You have the odd ability of “idle stockpile” which means that if you havent performed a certain action for longer, the more easy or powerful is the next time you perform the action. You just threw your first punch in 10 years.