Oh that was me in reverse. Waking up to a pack of coyotes wondering if I was the tame human. Alas I sat up too quickly, scared them off, and now I’ll never get adopted by a pack of coyotes.
dude i think they were trying to see if you were dead so they could get an easy meal
Yeah I know that. But if not friend, why friend shape?
Worf, from the Deep Space Nine episode Homefront:
“Our gods are dead. Ancient Klingon warriors slew them a millennia ago. They were more trouble than they were worth.”
That’s the best way to describe what a Klingon is; Zero fucks, 100% of the time.
this is why cats are untrustworthy.
why do you approach me? i have nothing to offer you. oh, friendly are you—purring amd rubbing against me? what tricks do you play?
you’ll not fool me, feline. 🧐If the cat thought you had nothing to offer, they wouldn’t be coming to you. I’m pretty sure most house cats have been trained to think humans are magic food dispensers.
Fred Kwan in Galaxy Quest.
Why did you think warlocks are like that?
Selling your soul is an easy choice when it gets you a 1d10 cantrip that deals a damage type that is almost impossible to be resistant to.
Actually Eldritch Blast is 1d10
I have brought shame on my class and my patron.
Horny? Tentacles?
my god is inside me and god wants enchiladas
So that’s what’s the matter with me
This guy is definitly not Lovecraft
All that’s left is discovering the power of friendship along the way and they’ve got a franchise on their hands.
Or they’ve never met a human. It’s a learned fear.
Not really. Not-fear is learned, running away is instinctive.
Or they met one that fed them.
This is a bigger problem. I do enjoy the natural lessons Yellowstone gives to so many visitors though. Those vids are usually amusing to a degree. I’m a sucker for schedenfraud.
“Huh, this god tastes like chicken.”
sighs