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Well they look so good in it
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Oh shit, you posted my Devil Paladin on your gallery!Β Awesome.Β Her name is Cavria.
For the curious, she's a High Succubus Prototype Devil, who was rejected from her batch by Asmodeus because she accidentally had a soul.Β She wound up as a Paladin of Ryaire because Ryaire expressed an interest in purifying her.Β She now serves as the deuteragonist of my Forgotten Realms books series, Holy Opposites.
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Awesome! I hope I can do an updated image of her some day.
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That would be superb!Β She's the deuteragonist of the Holy Opposites book series on the 1d4chan wiki.
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I have a long list of D&D/pathfinder characters I'd like to play and tiefling paladin or fighter was nowhere on that list.
Now it's at the top just because of how cute this is.
My DM likes to give bonus XP for a picture of the player's character and more XP for a backstory.Β
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Sounds like a good time!
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I have made a tiefling paladin and my first session as her was a very eventful clusterfuck. we started with a party of 6, half of whom are dead now. I will gladly tell that story and/or her backstory if you want to hear & think that this is the place for it.
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Dude, lay it on me.
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Cult shenanigans went down. a party of adventurers investigated said cult and rescued 13 prisoners, each of them pregnant. They were brought under the care of the clerics at the closest temple which happened to be a temple of Horus. (the Egyptian Horus, not the heretical Horus. Why egyptian? the campaign setting is called 'mummy's mask') Each of those ladies delivered...HALF-DEMON BABIES. The clerics took up a challenge to raise these tieflings into functional members of society not only because if the nature vs nurture debate is worth having, then it's wrong to kill babies of anything but also because turning demons into productive citizens would make the church look fucking awesome. This little project of theirs gets...mixed results. All of them were hard to punish - they had a lot of kyton blood in them and kytons are inherently sado-masochistic. Each time one proved to be too uncontrollable, he or she would...disappear. One has to admire the way the church handled this: the tutors and caregivers were punished alongside the tiefling children - it made them feel more like equals - more like a family. When they were 20, the remaining 5 were released from the temple to truly start their own lives. Of course, the church of Horus made a big show of it.
This is where the story follows Shadya, one of the tieflings. What followed was a 5 years that Shadya desperately needed. She found a job as a baker and courted a lover who also happened to serve Horus. She happened upon the teachings of Khepri and latched on tight. It felt good to be told not to be ashamed of her nature and to just be as good as she can be. It felt good to be told that there's nothing wrong with a little fun every now and then so long as your life stays in order and it's not at someone else's expense. She started wearing more revealing clothing. She knew she looked good and was, for the first time in her life, proud of it. Her sado-masochism was no longer something condemning but something special her and her lover shared - their little secret. (it's worth mentioning that kyton sado-masochism puts the dark eldar to shame. Shadya is a fetishist that respects safewords and has reached her own limits many times. Genetics was a big part of this but still, props to the Horus temple. They knew what they were doing.)
Within 5 years of meeting him, her lover got killed by a mugger. Justice was served but Shadya was...depressed to say the least. She retreated into her work life and started getting involved with the Khepri temple...like REALLY involved. She took in everything they cared to teach. She even learned the ins and outs of their code of conduct for paladins when she ran out of stuff to read. She never expected to one day become a paladin.
One day within the next few months, a band of orcs went raiding and pillaging the farms on the outskirts of town. They kidnapped a bunch of people and forced them to till the fields of their own village. Khepri is a god of freedom and has a particular disdain for slavery. Shadya feels that safewords should be respected and has a particular disdain for slavery. She joined a party of adventurers sent to deal the orcs and rescue the slaves. Sure enough during the raid against the orcs, Khepri made her a conduit for his will. She struck an orc and she started to glow. Blows that should have cleft her in half didn't leave a scratch. Her allies close by seemed harder to damage as well. Khepri had made her one of his paladins but not the conventional type. (Sacred shield looked like a fun alternate class archetype. We had a big party. I thought I'd experiment)
She eventually got bored of her home town and moved to Wati to aid in its reconstruction (Wati is where the mummy's mask campaign setting is set). She opened up a bakery there and called it "The Bread Beetle" and has lived there for 4 years. Why Bread Beetle? Ask a smite player about Khepri.
When I was telling this to the players that would become my party members, one of them stopped me at kytons being sado-masochistic
"please tell me you wear a gimp suit instead of armor"
"I will wear armor...but I did take a trait called 'pain artist' and spent starting gold on masterwork manacles, silk rope, and a cat-o-nine-tails"
*golf clap*
**from this point forward, I will speak from Shadya's perspective for brevity's sake. anything players say will be in quotes**
The DM knew our first dungeon but I guess he didn't know how to really get the adventure kicked off. I offered a suggestion and Shadya's bakery became the place our band of misfits came together (I felt beginning in a tavern was a bit cliche).
At this point, a bit of context for the setting is needed. The city of Osirian got largely wiped out by a plague a long time ago and was being re-built. Much of the city became a necropolis with many big, deep tombs. The tombs were to be re-opened for exploration and looting, making the somewhere between the gold rush and Disney land for adventurers. People from all over were getting drawn in to metaphorically mine gold or to metaphorically sell shovels. Wati is the new city being built on top of and around the old, dead city.Β
Having lived here, I knew the politics of how the tombs were to be systematically explored and where to go sign up but was never particularly inspired to do so. Through a bit of railroading, the DM had each of the players wind up in my bakery.Β
Here're some details about the party.
*Tinnitus, a bard whose player made things a little too bardy, always playing the song of __insert emotion here__. His player brought a little instrument with him that nobody knew the name of.
*Rahib, unchained monk, despises undead with a passion. His player is rather new to RPGs and was there ready to have a good time.
*Jace, a tiefling wizard who could pass for human, unlike me. His father had made a deal with a demon that his firstborn would be a fiend. When his player nutshelled the story a little too hard "My father basically sold his balls to the devil" between laughs another player says "the metaphor is inaccurate but holy shit, is that concept funny" I forget his reason why but Jace is afraid of demons and by extension, afraid of the obviously demonic me.
*Aural, the Vanara (monkey-man) investigator whose hook was that he was looking to take revenge on the man who killed his family...the man in yellow. He's the gritty reboot of curious george.Β
*Zenkrow, a dhampir rogue (Dhampir are half-vampire. It would be in his best interest to not tell the other adventurers because some of them are here specifically to kill undead. We had one party member, like this whom I expect would make an exception. However if he doesn't tell me, It will hurt him when I try to heal him and his secret will be out.)
His hook was that he was there to do dishonest soliciting...and it was glorious. He was selling 'consecrated sand' to ward off evils. Guards asked him to stop and he just went somewhere else...until he got hungry. He comes inside my bakery and says to the DM "which one looks the most gullible"
Me: "this would be...a sense motive check?"
DM: "This is his thing. He's good at it. I'll just let him have it. Who has the lowest wisdom score"
We exchange stat numbers. I have the lowest. He comes up to me...
Zenkrow: Would you like to buy a pouch of consecrated sand to protect your shop?
we roll bluff and sense motive. I believe him.
Me:I haven't had a problem with...anything breaking into my store really. Also, I'm worried it might keep ME out. Look, you're onto something good here. You should set up a booth somewhere.Β
Zenkrow: I'll see.
He buys a bagel and Turkish coffee.
Each of the PCs (player characters) are in my bakery. They were all there to take part in the tomb adventure-y goodness. Jace asks me how he is to go about jumping through the right hoops. I tell him and hand him a brocure. The other PCs hear.
DM: "a very drunk party of adventurers noisily come inside, push Jace aside and order food. You give them what they order and they leave just as noisily as they came. You *gesturing to all of the players* are the only ones in there."
A silence passes.
Me: If those chucklefucks can sign up to raid a tomb, I can. YOU! *I point at Jace* You haven't joined a party yet. I'm coming with you.Β
Everyone else: We're looking to join a party too.
DM: "All you need is a name. You *pointing at me* are aware that pre-registration ends today and that the lottery in which the teams are designated a tomb is tomorrow. Do you tell this to everyone else?"
Me: "of course"
we start suggesting names. most sound generically edgy. I jokingly suggest 'Bread Beetles' after the bakery. To my genuine surprise, everyone likes it.Β
We go to the registration and get the paperwork filled out and we officially become 'The Bread Beetles'
DM: "he says 'You're the last team. you're lucky when you showed up when you did' the guy looks bored out of his skull but mildly confused at your team's name."
Tinnitus: "I play him the song of gratitude to liven his day up" *roll perform*
future me: why didn't I say "I can do better than that. I lean on the counter and give him a good angle and say in a sultry voice 'Thanks' and boop him on the nose" and roll diplomacy.Β
I recommend a place for the party to go find lodging. Zenkrow manages to find some drunken fool at the inn to sell his pocket sand to. THIS MAN IS SELLING SAND Β Β IN Β Β THE Β Β DESERT. Β Β AND IT WORKED. He asked for 10 gold and the shit-face buffoon clumsily handles his pouch to produce two gold and was completely oblivious to the 4 silver he dropped. The voice the DM did for this NPC made him sound pleading. He wanted that sand and was upset he thought he couldn't get it. Zenkrow accepts the gold and picks up the silver. DM warns him that guards would have arrested him for this if they saw it but this was a particularly noisy and crowded inn.Β
I lived in a shitty part of town and someone tried to rob me on the way home. I rolled a 20 to intimidate with a base 11. I had no weapon or armor. I just stared at him and he ran to the nearest church.
The next day at the lottery, we hear someone shout 'YOU BOUGHT FUCKING SAAND!!??' from somewhere in the sea of adventuring parties waiting to be assigned a tomb.
DM: "The announcer calls out the various teams and a member of each respective group walks up. He gives them a map to their assignment. There's a lot of confusion in his voice when he calls out 'Bread Beetles'"
Me: "I walk up to him"
Announcer: "like the bakery?"
I nod.Β
TFW you are little different than a nascar driver
TFW your only motive for adventuring is publicity for your business
** HOORAY, FINALLY TIME FOR THE DUNGEON CRAWL**
We find out tomb. spend an hour removing the sand partially burying the door with the one shovel we had between 6 people. We step inside the antechamber and while we're trying to make sense of what we're looking at in there, 3 scorpions as big as our bard sneak in behind us. One of them clicks. roll initiative.
At the beginning of the first round, Jace panics and lets lose burning hands and blows fire on all the scorpions and the bard and I. I'm fine because tieflings come with a little fire resistance. the bard loses an eyebrow. The scorpions are dead before round 3 and Jace apologizes profusely. Tinnitus plays the song of forgiveness.
nothing noteworthy happens until 2 rooms later.
long hallway. 1 door at the end. nothing else. check for traps.
pressure plate. and holes in the wall. dart trap.
Aural tries to disarm it...only to gummy up the roll and the trap crits him...in the face...twice. He. fucking. died.
Credit to his player though, he took it in stride and immediately started rolling a cleric. He didn't seem butthurt at all. He did start saying one of us needs to take his rapier and take up his quest for vengeance against the man in yellow...to bad his character never told us about it. Gritty curious george was dead.
We progress forward. We find a room with a big mirror on it. I step in first. I see my reflection but the me in the mirror is looking disappointed at real me. I'm inside for 3 rounds and pass a will save against emprah knows what came from the mirror. The me in the mirror has the word Thief in a glowing rune on her forehead. I look away from the mirror.Β
Jace: does the mirror burn that rune into your forehead?
DM: "That's a really good guess"
I announce that I will break the mirror. The party nopes the fuck away as fast as they can before I hit it with my Khopesh (egyptian sword)
The sword does nothing.
The party lets out a sigh of relief. I admit, I have no idea what would have happened but that thing bothered me. Shadya takes pride in her appearance.
Further along, theres a long staircase downward and a collapsed, hallow part where the wall should be and bits of wall on the staircase nearby.Β
This is the part where I learned if the DM draws something on the map, it isn't just for flavor. I step on the rubble only for a large snake-shaped earth elemental to start chomping my shit. I get knocked from 13 HP to 2 in two rounds. I run back to the party as the monk tags in to start trading blows. Tinnitus fumbles a heal spell, bringing me up to 4 hp. The elemental runs off after taking a beating and we never see it again. I suggest it was DM fiat that made it leave and the face the DM made when I suggested it told me that I either guessed right or he just asked what he would think were he in my place.
Much tip-toeing and trap searching later, we reach what is obviously the boss room. I, the party tank, have 4 HP and a cause that isn't worth dying for. I'm hanging back with the bard and wizard. The monk and rogue are in front. This is when we learned an extension of the 'dont split the party' rule: Checking the immediate entrance for traps is good. Don't start mucking about in the room until after everyone is inside. The door slammed shut with the monk and rogue inside. the room started filling with water and the sarcophagus in the middle of the room stood up. It's a golem.
Horrible things happen in that room with complete and total disregard of safewords while The bard, wizard, and I frantically start running through the rest of the dungeon trying to find another way in to that room. The monk gets locked inside the sarcophagus and suffocates. The rogue gets knocked out and drowns in 2ft of water. The trap was old and didn't function properly anymore.Β
We ended up scouting almost that entire floor of the dungeon but had no luck. I ended up bashing a stone door for a minute or two until I fall to my knees in exhaustion. The boss room opens back up. We find the traps reset but unable to trigger again because they're fucking old. We take what we can from our comrades and make one last sweep for any loot we can grab with impunity. We woke up...something in one room and shut the door back. We woke up 3 small living doll constructs in another room and just left rather than deal with them.
TFW the only loot you get from a dungeon is from your own dead party members.
Shadya, my character, is miserable. She feels responsible for their deaths...except the monkey-man. that was just unfortunate. No one could have prevented that.
I, the player, had a blast and quite enjoyed the learning experience. I admit I was a little scared I might lose a character I was rather attached to. If she does die, I will find a pathfinder race as close as I can come to a dryad and make Apothecary Jabuka and bring my health tonic to the city of Wati.Β
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Did your character have any more adventures or you had games with Apothecary Jabuka?
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We finished that dungeon crawl with some newly rolled characters and nothing particularly noteworthy happened besides the final 2 encounters and the night after. Then the DM cut the campaign short. He read ahead in that module and to our dismay, there was only non-stop dungeon crawling and hardly any rp. I haven't seen this DM since. I live 2hrs away. I haven't made apothecary jabuka yet because, sadly, the DMs I'm with now refuse to play outside the core rulebook for fear of munchkinry and tracking down other source material.
Here was the rest of mummy's mask that we actually played. It's been months since this so I there are some details I forgot.
New characters were rolled up. We got another human monk who hates undead. Same thing he was playing before only with a different name. Guy who was playing the monkey man last time rolled a dwarf cleric. It was a good way to go. The guy who was the rogue who sold sand is now playing the second most interesting character and absolute most obnoxious: a summoner whose minion looked like a werewolf he named black sabbath. I forget what race he was playing but it was something extraplanar. He described his character as a wannabe hero "with a stand" whatever that means. He struck poses and talked big. How does some extraplanar demon summoner win the trust of a paladin? I forget what he did but in character I couldn't tell if he was evil but I certainly could tell he was an idiot.
On with the dungeon crawl. Traps were cleared. Loot was taken. Much of the enemies we fought were constructs and Shadya came to the conclusion that THEY WERE FUCKING COOL. Any dead construct I could carry, I took with me. The summoner kept being obnoxious but hey, that was his character.
2nd last boss, it's a sarcophagus made to also be a golem. It head-butts us and right off the bat, opens up and closes around me. I am locked inside it. The fight keeps going and every time the sarcophagus attacks or is attacked, I take a portion of the damage because I'm getting shaken around inside it. I'm also running out of air.
"If they hit it hard enough, can it open up an air hole for me"
Dm: *rolls* "you get a fresh gulp of air after that last attack"
I jokingly ask "can my horns be dealing pearcing damage while I'm getting knocked around inside?"
"It has DR against pearcing"
I pound a healing potion but eventually get knocked down to 1hp. I begin screaming "SUNSTONE" at the top of my lungs. Had anyone asked me about it, I would have told them "it's my safeword...what? I was panicking." Final blow gets dealt to the sarcophagus and I'm at 0hp. By our rules, I was conscious. The thing falls over and opens up. Team asks if I'm okay. I hold up a thumbs up but don't move for a whole minute. We drink healing potions and keep going. We're pretty spent after 2 more small encounters. Many of us want to go home and rest but the summoner won't hear any of it. "I WANT TO FINISH THIS FUCKING DUNGEON" he whines. Idk if he was talking in character or under the impression that we would end the session if we took a rest. We press on against better judgment.
Final boss is an Iron cobra, a snake golem with DR, poison, and a tail attack with reach. We are getting our lvl 1 asses handed to us. Only the bard and me left standing and I am at 2hp. Bard is out of songs. Everyone is looking tense and a bit resigned. Summoner is looking really sour. The bard rolls to attack with his crossbow. Nat 20. Everyone looks up. At least this attack might damage it. He rolls to confirm the crit...Nat 20 again.
"OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOH!" 5 of the 8 people at the table (including the DM) jump up and start screaming.
DM: "Roll that bitch again!"
7.
DM: uh...fuck it roll damage.
*rolls*
DM: that's just enough to kill it.
And that's how we reached level 2.
And yes, I did take the body of the iron covbra. We sold it for 1000 gold worth of parts.
Later that night, we partied in a popular tavern where many of the other dungeon crawlers were meeting. Some had bad luck. Some had good. Some of them were higher level than us. The summoner keeps talking like he's some legendary hero. He's getting loud and drunk and some sorceress puts him to sleep with some spell. Other members of our party say he's sleeping in the stables. Some are saying they are gonna draw on his face. I have a better idea.
"Remember back when use rope was a skill? Well can I put a point into craft: shibari?"
DM: "I'd like to not do homebrew skills. What is shibari anyway?"
*quick Google search. Find the tames picture I can find. Show DM."
DM: "...okay because of the backstory you gave me, you know how to do this. I won't make you commit a skill point for it"
Summoner: "what is shibari?"
DM: "haha you're about to find out. roll a will save to see when you wake up"
*rolls*
I start whispering to the DM.
DM: "when you wake up, you aren't missing anything as far as you can tell...but you are tied to a post and cannot move your arms, legs. You are gagged with a piece of cloth. You see Shadya asleep sitting against the wall facing you."
Summoner ooc: why are you doing this?
DM: "you hear him mumbling loudly into the gag"
Me: *waking up* "mmm....huh?..." *stretch* *stands up* (in my best hellsing abridged alucard voice) "come on 'legendary hero' you were talking all that good shit last night then I tied your fucking ass up! Just untie your hands! Summon up your demon! Hit me! Fight me! Give me a hug!" I roll to intimidate with a nat 19 + 14
Summoner: "fucking untie-"
DM: "you're gagged. Roll a will save to keep from pissing yourself"
He rolls enough to not piss himself but is still fucking scared of me.
Dwarf cleric: "I belive the next line is "...really?""
Me: "you needed a lesson in humility." *punches him in the grundle for 2 damage*
"This is for almost getting us killed yesterday. I want you to apologize to everyone for your behavior both in the tomb and your behavior last night." *removes the gag and starts to untie him*
Summoner: fuck no
DM: you try to say that but what comes out is "uh....sure"
He never did but that was the last we spoke of it.
We actually started the next dungeon crawl before the DM said he wasn't having fun with this module. There was undead and haunts with no shortage of fear effects. Only one highlight from that. We are dealing with a haunt and have to open a door that barred itself shut. Dwarf cleric is about to start bashing the door down when he gets attacked by...his own heart. He rolled 3 nat 1s in a row. We heal him as much as we can and rush him to a temple. They saved him. We actually got exp for that.
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I once rolled a tiefling paladin. People constantly assumed he was running some kind of scam, the poor bastard.
"So, you're a tiefling?"
"Yes."
"And... you're a paladin."
"I am."
"You're a tiefling paladin."
"That's correct."
(beat)
"Okay, what's the con, here?"
"(sigh)"
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The only con here is conscience, citizen. I have one.
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"I am most comfortable when I am impervious to most forms of physical attack."
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If you've ever played Dragon Age: Origins as mage and took the Arcane Warrior specialization, you became basically invulnerable.
A frail little spellcaster, running around in armour made from dragon bones and scales, starting firestorms left and right.
So much cheese.
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I haven't, because I am bad at games. But I have watched someone play it. Seems good.
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Really? Just how bad, exactly?
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Like, with the exception of a few games that I am oddly good at, I generally either play on easy mode or with cheats enabled. I dont play a lot of more modern games, though. I understand theyre easier.With recharging health and stuff.
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Heh, I know how you feel. Battlefield 3 is pretty much the only FPS I'm decent at. Other than that, I mostly play spaceship games like Elite: Dangerous, or RTSs like Dawn of War, C&C, or grand strategy games such as Stellaris, Crusader Kings 2, or Hearts of Iron 4.
And if I feel like screaming myself raw, I play Dark Souls.
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My big claim to fame is that I beat System Shock 2 without cheats.
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Not bad! I've beaten Gears of War 1 and 2 on highest difficulty. Seriously, the difficulty difference between 'medium' and 'hard' in GoW 1 was crazy. You couldn't take even a second's worth of damage without dying, which made the final fight against RAAM ball-bustingly hard.
Heh, hard.
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You should draw horned lasses more often, 'lexus. Cheers!
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Seconding TheEldarFarseer's 'pinion.
Particularly a certain lass with four graceful black horns and blonde hair. Favors corsets 'n lingerie for casual-wear and power-suits when she's dressing to impress.Β
Then again, somebody called "The Eldar Farseer" would run screaming at the sight of her, providing all us "mon-keigh" endless laughs when She Who Thirsts pours herself a nice ice-cold glass of Idain.
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I think it'd make a cool series
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"So ye want to be a paladin, do ye lass?"
*says the shopkeep, an old knight*
"Keep strivin' for it, ye'll get there someday."
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She's been saving her silver, and with a little tweaking it'll fit.
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devil girls are pretty cool too. Whats your opinion on armor cul? fancy, ultra realistic, warcraft energy pauldrons?
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Depends on the situation, honestly. Are you sneaking or going for intimidation and awe? On foot? Horseback? What sort of weapon are you using? On what terrain? Many factors to consider.
I favour less showy armor, personally.
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I dont know the history of the image, I admit.
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Demons have their hobbies too, i'm sure
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People cant be playing with luigi boards 24/7.
Gotta kill that free time with something
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Could be. Arent the horns wrong.
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