It finally happened. During last night’s Ravenloft D&D game, I put on my best Rob Cantor impersonation and unleashed Actual Cannibal Shia LaBeouf on my players.
I have accomplished all I ever wished to as a Dungeon Master.
I opened the encounter almost verbatim to the song:
“You’re walking in the Svalich woods. There’s no one around, And you suspect the sun is dead. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him, Shia Labeouf!”
The players were stunned silent.
“He’s following you About 30 feet back. He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint. He’s gaining on you. And you can see there’s blood on his face! My god, there’s blood everywhere!
…roll initiative.”
Ah yes, ruler of the Kingdom of Hell... Mickey Mouse!
Seriously though, thanks mate 👍
Is your name pronounced Mickey like "Mick-ey" or Mickey like "Mike-y"?? My English isn't great and every time I see your name on posts my brain panics and doesn't know what to do 😂
mick-ee!! like mickey mouse!!
my mom is a well intentioned yet nosy mom and she always wants to hook me up with people. it leads to some text message gems so the other day i went through and screenshotted the best. please enjoy.
Merry Christmas Eve Eve my friends.
No one asked for colored sketch but here it is anyway dark!ava
I have been waiting all year to post this.
It's been shown in the UK as well, there are variations of it such as one where a sheep farmer who is shearing his sheep shears his dog. Peak advertising
……..
Me going to "check the stock room" at work
Like there's a disconnect between farmers and consumers, how its seen as a commodity, just another product to be marketed and sold.
I remember one time I was working for a farm and we supplied produce for a bunch of local extremely fancy + expensive restaurants, and the restaurants themselves had wasteful demands, like only produce of a certain exact shape etc. strictly for aesthetic purposes
and one day they wanted to advertise that they source locally so they sent all their chefs to our farm and took photos of the chefs pulling carrots and whatever else out of the ground, all smiles and laughing together, and for the hours they walked around our fields and we watched them, not a single one of them so much as made eye contact with us while we worked around them.
none of them were interested in our jobs, our names, how the farm ran, or how we actually did the work they were pretending to do.
not sure exactly what my message is here, but this experience stuck with me.