So you know how energy storage is a big issue with a lot of renewable energy? Because the sun doesn’t shine at night, etc. Apparently a solution that is being seriously considered is stacking large concrete blocks up, and then unstacking them to release the stored gravitational energy.
It’s been tested, and it’s a big deal for renewable energy, but I just can’t get over how much it sounds like a videogame exploit. Some speedrunner is going to use it to glitch up to Heaven and kill God, I just know it.
“Hey hey, it’s ya boy CrzyGnostic69 here today, and I’m going to be spending the next ten years of my life stacking and unstacking these two-ton concrete blocks exactly 7942 times. That way, I can glitch directly to the Demiurge’s throne room without bothering with all that pesky metaphysics.
Skip to the end if you want to see the part where I kill him using a knife with a Roomba taped to it.”
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#I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog
Today I had the revelation that my half orc has 30ft speed, but because she’s a monk, her unarmored movement is +10ft at Level 3. Using the ki feature Breath of the Wind, she can dash as a bonus action meaning she can go 80ft in a turn.
If anyone cast Haste on my dear sweet Marfu, she would go 160 in six seconds.
At her most perfect Level 20 self’s unarmored movement of +30, she could go a max 120ft in a turn, or 240ft hasted. With 20 ki points to spend that could mean a solid two minutes of going almost 30 miles per hour and I think that’s beautiful.
Grab yourself the mobile feat for that extra 10ft base movement
We’re up to a max of 210/420 (lol) feet per six seconds which is 47 MPH. I feel like we’re crowdsourcing this monk at this point to make her as game-breakingly fast as possible.
BETTER MAKE THAT 94MPH
I quote the 5th Edition rulebook:
Boots of Speed
While you wear these boots, you can use a Bonus Action and click the boots’ heels together. If you do, the boots double your walking speed, and any creature that makes an opportunity attack against you has disadvantage on the Attack roll. If you click your heels together again, you end the effect.
When the boots’ property has been used for a total of ten minutes, the magic ceases to function until you finish a Long Rest.
Are you telling me Haste and Boots of Speed STACK?! Oh my god we’ve discovered the real Fast Travel function
Oh shit mom’s home everyone hide the Speed
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#puns #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(the pun at the end) #D&D #fun with loopholes #my past self has good taste #may or may not have reblogged this before #(I think it might have been a different chain though) #drugs mention
Honestly it would probably also help me stop crying if there was a lady standing next to me shouting “Nike! Adidas! Tastykake! Gucci! Google! Pringles! Fuck, I’m blanking shit shit shit fuck shit just keep swearing shit shit COMCAST”
The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.
Suggestion: The dragon’s definition of “steal” is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands–but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times.
They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.
“Here’s your change, ma’am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.
“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”
“Yes.”
You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.
“Ma’am–no, ma’am, you have to take the dragon, too.”
“Sorry?”
The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”
They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.
The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.
“Have a nice day, ma’am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”
From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill.
Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear.
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