The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: verbs - the regular, the irregular and the downright odd

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There's a homebrew D&D race for 5e called the Bearkin, and one of the subraces is Polar.

It's just anthro bears, though one player in my table played a Black Bearkin Barbarian more like a Bear with 7 of INT that got Awaken casted upon rather than an actual Bearkin. I loved to burn his brain with obvious nonsense with my Cleric.

E: To add things to injury, he hacked the game and somehow ended with 21 Unarmored Defense AC at Level 4.
I've enjoyed playing slightly intelligent barbarian dragonborn, where sometimes I make good decisions, and other times I'm mercifully oblivious. But mostly I whack things with full power attack until they die.
 
For those with strong aversions to snakes, scorpions and other crawly things, don't read any Amazonian anthropology like that of Robert Murphy, Chagnon or Daniel Everett (although Gregor's Anxious Pleasures: The Sexual Lives of an Amazonian People might be worth a look.)

Everett, working on his field notes after dark in his palm-thatched hut, hated it when a frog landed on his table (jumping from the leafy thatch above) because it meant a snake would instantly follow, in hot pursuit.

Also, avoid T. E. Lawrence's Seven Pillars of Wisdom.

Here's an account of a region near Jerusalem where his band of insurgents camped a few nights:

It was strangely unlike the usual desert-constancy…

We could not lightly draw water after dark, for there were snakes swimming in the pools or clustering in knots around their brinks. Twice puff-adders came twisting into the alert ring of our debating coffee-circle. Three of our men died of bites; four recovered after great fear and pain, and a swelling of the poisoned limb…

A strange thing was the snakes’ habit, at night, of lying beside us, probably for warmth, under or on the blanket. When we learned this our rising was with infinite care, and the first up would search round his fellows with a stick till he could pronounce them unencumbered. Our party of fifty men killed perhaps twenty snakes daily; at last they got so on our nerves that the boldest of us feared to touch ground; while those who, like myself, had a shuddering horror of all reptiles longed that our stay in Sirhan might end.
 
Trigger warning: Thalassophobia, Claustrophobia, Oh-fuck-me-dead-o-phobia
Isn't nature wonderful? "Hi, I'm beautiful and tranquil, and just spending half an hour here will restore your mental health. Also, I can be a real bitch from time to time. Try not to trip over the bones."

The redhead and I visited Reynisfjara in Iceland a few years ago. The guide told us, "Watch the waves. The first will be fine, the second will be fine, the third will rip you off the beach. Don't take selfies with your back to the water. If you get swept away, not only will I not try to save you, I'll actively stop anyone who does. You're dead." A Japanese tourist had vanished just the week before.
 
Maybe fifteen years ago, we visited Whakaari (White Island) in NZ. It's an active volcano, but for many years in the early 20th century there was a small sulfur mining camp there. Then one day the regular supply boat came out and there was no more camp and no more miners, just a heap of fresh mud and the miners' cat. They built a new camp and went on mining for another 15 years or so. (The cat was brought back to the mainland and lived a long life.)

Walking through that place felt like I imagine Bilbo would've felt walking into Smaug's lair. So many different options for horrible death.

A few years after our visit, it erupted while a different bunch of tourists were visiting. It was bad.
 
Maybe fifteen years ago, we visited Whakaari (White Island) in NZ. It's an active volcano, but for many years in the early 20th century there was a small sulfur mining camp there. Then one day the regular supply boat came out and there was no more camp and no more miners, just a heap of fresh mud and the miners' cat. They built a new camp and went on mining for another 15 years or so. (The cat was brought back to the mainland and lived a long life.)

Walking through that place felt like I imagine Bilbo would've felt walking into Smaug's lair. So many different options for horrible death.

A few years after our visit, it erupted while a different bunch of tourists were visiting. It was bad.
The videos of the most recent White Island eruption are... well.

The Tonga eruption always makes me stop and go "... fuck."

And then there are the many extremely disturbing stories about people who left the marked path in Yellowstone's hot spring areas. So much nope.
 
The Tonga eruption had me learning things about seismic waves I didn't know before (like hitting Puerto Rico!), number two after fish dying of glass beads in the Tanis site of the Hell Creek formation. Initial relief that I don't live in that sort of area shifts to realization that, if the big one hits, we all live in that sort of area. Correction, lived.
 
The Tonga eruption had me learning things about seismic waves I didn't know before (like hitting Puerto Rico!), number two after fish dying of glass beads in the Tanis site of the Hell Creek formation. Initial relief that I don't live in that sort of area shifts to realization that, if the big one hits, we all live in that sort of area. Correction, lived.
Well... On the upside, there'll be no safe place to live, so it's not like we chose our home badly?
 
Isn't nature wonderful? "Hi, I'm beautiful and tranquil, and just spending half an hour here will restore your mental health. Also, I can be a real bitch from time to time. Try not to trip over the bones."
I think you might've misquoted. The real quote is actually:

"Hi, I'm Nature, I'm a savage bitch that will eviscerate you the second I get, you pathetic worm! Also, I can occassionally be kinda nice, I guess. But just when you're relaxing... polar bear. All I'm saying. Have a nice death, fuckwit. Kisses!"
 
Romance prompt: the realistic AI girlfriend is an actual girl instead of a chat bot.
There is a story somewhere around here with a similar premise, except the AI girlfriend was a supposed to be a sexbot which a real girl had replaced because that was the only way for her to actually ‘date’ a guy.
 
All day my roommate has been excitedly asking me if I want some furry puffs, if I want to try some furry puffs, if I want to eat some furry puffs. I keep giving her confused horrified looks and beating a hasty retreat. Finally she cornered me to find out what was so nerve-racking about it, which is when I found out this whole time she's been asking me about curry pockets. XD Yeah sure, I'll try curry in a flaky pastry shell no problem, as long as you stop asking me about furry puffs in front of the children.
 
All day my roommate has been excitedly asking me if I want some furry puffs, if I want to try some furry puffs, if I want to eat some furry puffs. I keep giving her confused horrified looks and beating a hasty retreat. Finally she cornered me to find out what was so nerve-racking about it, which is when I found out this whole time she's been asking me about curry pockets. XD Yeah sure, I'll try curry in a flaky pastry shell no problem, as long as you stop asking me about furry puffs in front of the children.
I, on the other hand, would've jumped on that the second it was offered 😆
 
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