"day 6427... Operation Complete. Not Without Some Casualties, But Necromancy Helped To Cure Th..."

"day 6427... operation complete. Not without some casualties, but necromancy helped to cure th..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! GODDAMNIT, GUYS, HAVE ANYONE SEEN MY HAND?"

"HOW DO YOU THINK I CAN SEE ANYTHING, WHEN THIS DUMBASS ROBOT COULDN'T RESIST MAKING AN OPERATION ON MY BRAIN, THROUGH MY ONLY WORKING EYE?!"

"THANKS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT, NOW WE'RE ZOMBIES!"

"yes, the resurrection went successfully"

*groans in the background*

A medical robot on a long space flight has tried everything. Makeshift defibrillators, CPR, injecting adrenaline, but it’s no use. The crew have died. As a last ditch effort, the robot downloads all information on “necromancy.”

So... Now, thanks to your sis, i want to make myself some about others...

The photo, the scan, the paint and the ink, are only four links between moment of blink, and rebirth in the decks of a powerful scrybes, with others you'll rise, or meet your demise...

Photograph of beasts, with mushrooms and leaves, the fair forest master, with moon up his sleeve... Leshy, the scrybe of big creatures and small, does not have big goal, nor call to the all. No, he's roleplayer with masks and a map, of gold, of the fish, the trade and the trap. Tip of the scales, to the left, to the right, the cards sacrifices in tabletop fight. The candle was blown, another was soon, and life, once your own, now card with no boon. So come in the cabin of puzzles and decks, and solve there the story, of tale after hex...

So my younger sister made a poem about Grimora and it’s so fuckin amazing

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Still my dumbass...

Helloooooo tumblr!

I thought of something now... Human emotions are like weather on the earth + the sun... Like... No matter where clouds are & how many are there, the sun is always there to turn that planet to its status quo. This could be compared to humans emotional state. Unfortunately, the sun is not always equivalent to the happiness...

Smh... Come on, boys... Would you s the poor sinner's h?