u/Kekeboot

first they said I wasn’t disabled and denied me now they say I am disabled but I haven’t proven I was disabled before 21 and denied me again so I have to escalate to a judge. It has taken years just to get to this point. How tf do my fellow neets do it?

I don’t even know what I would spend the money on. I also don’t know exactly how much I’d get because a woman on the phone said it would be 1700 a month but I did the math based on what it is supposed to be and it would “only” be 1500 a month.

Cherry coke and beef jerky… Probably what the neet stipend would go to.

Hey everybody I wanted to make a jump (dipping my toes into the water after the body mod) and the jump I want to make is an overpowered femboy jump. That's the title.

What is the protocol for this? Do I just call it OP Femboy Jump?

I just see videos of him staring at the output and never explaining shit. Was it in code that only he could understand?

Does your jumper have any good lines that they've said lately? Recently I've said to captain Kirk "Yeah I'm an expert in black holes, pussy, ass, and throat."

It did not go over well.

I know of diabolical but what else?

I want them dumb and expendable. No space marines etc. A shit load of them preferably.

edit: full up now! Got 5 players. Thanks to everyone for their interest!

Hey everybody I'm hosting a one shot to find players for a longer campaign. Everything is totally free and I have content sharing on dndbeyond so you don't need to own anything to play. New players welcome!

The one shot is going to be short and sweet. It is the Delian Tomb by Matt Colville. Here's the pitch. You're voyaging to wherever you're headed and while in a small unremarkable town resting, a local farmer shows up. His two young children have been kidnapped!

Follow the tracks to the Delian Tomb and try to save the children before whatever nefarious powers there work their wills!

One-Shot is tentatively Scheduled for Saturday 18th July 5:00PM PST

For the campaign proper I'm going to be modernizing or "stealing" modernized versions of classic adventure modules from yesteryear. So I don't have necessarily a central plot outlined yet beyond the first module which is going to be The Keep on the Borderlands! I'm flexible and will let the party nudge where they want the story to go. Heads up - I definitely want to take you guys into Barovia at some point!

Be chill and reasonably serious (no gag characters) and be pro social - no pvp or inter party stealing barring mutually agreed upon rp. Be LGBTQ+ friendly. Treat everyone with respect and be cool.

Also character death is entirely possible, I don't run a hyper lethal campaign but I often roll in public and avoid fudging dice.

As far as the characters go make sure they're adventurers and that they have explicit reason to risk life and limb. Desires for power, wealth, fame... infamy. Strong motivations to adventure please!

If you're interested, dm me your discord username and what character you're thinking of playing. Example: Elf Druid or Human Fighter. You don't need a whole backstory yet!

We will be using discord for voice and dndbeyond for character sheets. We will also probably either be using Miro (a free whiteboard app) for mapping and as a vtt or owlbear rodeo! (also completely free)

Edit : full party now! Thanks for everyone's interest!

Hey everybody I'm hosting a one shot to find players for a longer campaign. Everything is totally free and I have content sharing on dndbeyond so you don't need to own anything to play. New players welcome!

The one shot is going to be short and sweet. It is the Delian Tomb by Matt Colville. Here's the pitch. You're voyaging to wherever you're headed and while in a small unremarkable town resting, a local farmer shows up. His two young children have been kidnapped!

Follow the tracks to the Delian Tomb and try to save the children before whatever nefarious powers there work their wills!

For the campaign proper I'm going to be modernizing or "stealing" modernized versions of classic adventure modules from yesteryear. So I don't have necessarily a central plot outlined yet beyond the first module which is going to be The Keep on the Borderlands! I'm flexible and will let the party nudge where they want the story to go. Heads up - I definitely want to take you guys into Barovia at some point!

Be chill and reasonably serious (no gag characters) and be pro social - no pvp or inter party stealing barring mutually agreed upon rp. Be LGBTQ+ friendly. Treat everyone with respect and be cool.

Also character death is entirely possible, I don't run a hyper lethal campaign but I often roll in public and avoid fudging dice.

As far as the characters go make sure they're adventurers and that they have explicit reason to risk life and limb. Desires for power, wealth, fame... infamy. Strong motivations to adventure please!

Title basically. Looking for friends to play with and level with.

What did you think? Was it any good as a vtt? How easy was it to find players?

I play videogames, watch anime, read light novels, watch a lot of youtube, I'm into history and shitposting, I play a lot of tabletop roleplaying games, and I am a disabled neet trying to get neetbux. I do jumpchains and play cyoas.

I'm from California so PST but I'm up at odd hours and mainly sleep all day. I'm also into the occult and all kind of wacky /x/ things, conspiracies and whatever.

Not looking for a romantic relationship! Just friendship.

He was so brave at the end. He was diagnosed with cancer a couple weeks ago and he had days to months left to live. He declined so quickly after that.

He lost the use of his back legs and we had to roll him onto a sheet and carry him into the car to take him to the vet. He didn't cry or fight back. He kept looking at me. He hadn't really been eating the last few days. Doesn't matter if it was fresh hot chicken or his favorite burger. Stopped drinking water too. He knew it was over. He was in a lot of pain since he stopped taking most of his medicines.

He was rather affectionate with us these last few days always sitting on top of peoples feet and turning around goofily with a smile on his face when he wanted his chest rubbed. Then when the final part of his decline happened he just wanted to lay outside on the grass. That's where he went to die because he couldn't get up from where he went to lie. He tried and he was such a good boy. But his back legs were failing. There was this mucus substance around his mouth. We called the vet and they said it was time.

Some people say he was spoiled but he was a saint and didn't have it good enough. He was so brave defending us from squirrels and birds. He never barked without reason. He was so smart.

One time my father was going to get coffee and he wasn't wearing his glasses and everyone was telling him not to drive (he was too lazy to walk upstairs). Sterling usually accompanied my father on outings. He wouldn't get into the car. He knew he didn't have his glasses on. It was so funny. Dad had to go get them and then he went in. How clever does a dog have to be to know that?

Never caused trouble. Never howled. Ate his food and took his medicines easily his whole life. Learned tricks with great speed, he loved to high five me. He liked it so much sometimes when i would get down to greet him he would slap me until i high fived him.

Hope I'll meet him again.

Hi guys. I'm running a campaign and I was going to give the players a choice between doing another module and trying out a megadungeon.

I need some megadungeon recommendations. Never properly run one before. I've run medium and even large dungeons before but never one with more than 3 levels pretty much.

I don't mind if it is BX or ADND I can convert.

Out there beyond the vast expanse of the cosmos, beyond the matter energy space and time that makes up the known universe, beyond the multiverse and outside of the omniverse, a little girl has run out of songs to sing.

She runs up to her father and he shoos her away, she runs up to her mother and finds her preparing a meal for the family, and so she runs up to her older brother and finds him at rest under the shade of a tree.

"Brother, brother, could you teach me a new song?" She plaps her hands against his head, repeatedly. He lies still in the grass. She plaps harder. Then once on his face. Finally he sits up.

"I think you know, that there hasn't been a new song in quite some time." He rolls onto his side propping his head up with an arm. He's facing away from his sister. She runs all the way around him to get face to face.

"New to me! New to me!" She goes to plap him on the face again. In an instant he's on his feet at the other side of the tree. He didn't move like a man moves. He was on his side and then he was on his feet. No effort required. Not even a thought.

"Alright, well. The best songs are the sagas of old. The ones that tell stories. There haven't been any new stories in some time either, but I can tell you an obscure one. An insignificant story. A story about an undesirable man of few redeeming qualities, given an opportunity by one of the Ninuari."

The little girl gasped. The Ninuari always got into trouble of the worst kind. They had been throttled into reality and unable to escape, they were caught up in time and times and that meant they were at a place every moment. They were stretched out extending and exhausted and maddened. Every eon making them more grotesque and imperfect. They were beings more scar tissue than anything else. "How long is the song? I want to memorize it right away!" She said.

"The song goes on. It goes… on. It sounds like this." The man stretches out his arms and then his fingers and a smell starts to come up from the grass beneath their feet. It was as though he had freshly mowed it for the grass had begun to sing in its own way. Then followed the stones the tree and the air around them. It got a little hot and then the environment around them began to change as the man began to move his fingers as though plucking invisible strings. Hotter then as the Earth came into view. Cooler then as everything snaps into place and the two of them are brought into an apartment. Then they listen to the song in the way that it ought to be listened to, and lose obvious form, and time begins to play in the way it once flowed time and time and half a time ago.

Entering the apartment is a man. He's in his mid 20s. There are bags under his eyes and he has a high hairline that he's insecure about. There is hellish frustration in his head, today was supposed to be his day off, and there was traffic, and so on and so forth, as he went straight into his room. He went to find his pre-rolls to find that his room mate had plundered them. He set his phone to charge, and headed out of his room preparing for a confrontation to find that there was a sock on the door to his roommates room and noises coming from within it. He isn't ready for that kind of a confrontation, besides he would be outnumbered.

Heading to the fridge he opens it to find that there's no milk. Dry cereal it is. He goes to head to - there's an open bottle of jack daniels on the counter. How did I miss this? He thinks to himself. He helps himself to the bottle and rushes to his room. He turns on his computer and while it starts up starts taking heavy swigs of the dark stuff. He wants to get as fucked up as possible. Everyone else can go to hell. He browses an imageboard and finds that every regular thread worth going to is full of offtopic posts about discord drama or something. He doesn't really read it just scrolls to the bottom. His throat is burning and his stomach slightly hurts. More liquor!

An hour passes as he jerks of to the material he usually jerks off to and he heads to bed having drunk most of the bottle to scroll through tiktoks and to try to sleep. He has no one left to talk to. Everyone else in life has moved on. Why does he have to be poor out of shape and declining? He's over the hill. His best years spent in the service of uncle sam. He drifts off to sleep looking at the trophies from when he was younger. Taekwondo and Judo tournaments. Darkness.

He wakes up feeling like shit. His body aches. There's a disgusting taste in his mouth. There's someone knocking on his door. Take it all in, you're about to get yelled at for drinking what wasn't yours he thinks to himself. Getting up and opening the door he finds that there's a man in a loose white suite. "Hey, Miami Vice, I don't care if there's a party going on or whatever the fuck, let me sleep." He says to the man standing outside his room.

A smile spreads across the man's face. He has slicked back blonde hair. He's wearing sunglasses indoors at God knows what hour. He's handsome and boyish probably a friend of his roommate who was still in college. He's an asshole. The man puts his hand out wanting to shake hands. There's music playing sofly in the background. Ignoring the outstretched hand and peering out of the doorway and into the apartment proper he sees that all the lights are off and there's nobody else up and about. "Who let you in here?" The younger man taps him on the chest where his heart is. There is a loud sound and warmth spreads across the chest of the man tapped.

He moves back into his room and the man in white enters it. "Take it all in, old sport. Your body is on the ground." Stepping further back and looking down, the recently woken man sees his own body.

"What!?" He starts.

"Don't start with me, pavement ape. There's more to life than pining for whores and wage slavery. Gods have a plan for you and there's no denying their will for the strong do what they please and the weak suffer what they must."

"Am I dead?"

"No, your room mates are dead. You are still conscious and talking. To me. Congratulations."

"Please - am I going to hell?"

"You were born in hell, old sport. It makes no difference to you. But life is going to get a lot better now that I've come. Do you recall jumpchain?" The young man takes off his glasses revealing clear and bright blue eyes.

"What… Yes. I recall Jumpchain."

"Well I'm here to tell you that you're going to be a jumper from now on." There's an awkward pause. "You'll get the old bodymod you used to use just the way you liked it and of course the warehouse supplement you couldn't do without. I've taken the liberty of selecting your first jump and filling out most of it. There are still some options left for you to pick." The young man holds out his hand and a briefcase materializes with his fingers around the handle. He opens the case and reveals a laptop and some papers. Taking the papers and scanning them the recently deceased fellow finds that the papers record details about his "build". He sits down on his bed. Some things are left undescribed. There's a pen among the papers. He goes to write his name. "Before you fill things out, maybe consider that you need a fresh start." Blue eyes said.

He's right. A new name for himself now that he's going to be… Was he really going to be a jumper? He hadn't made a chain in years. He checked what jump he was given. It was Generic Op Protagonist supplementing Generic Psionics jump. He was going to be absurdly strong no matter what. What's a strong name? A biblical one? No, if this shit is happening, and blue eyes mentioned multiple Gods the bible isn't correct. Fuck. What about… He scribbles onto the page "Typhon." His handwriting is corrected to the same font as the rest of the text. Written in ink, his new name. Next up the form of his body rebuild for the body mod. Perfect hair, perfect skin, better looking than the tik-tok eboys. Top tier attractive male. Big dick. He makes a snap decision before he finishes. Half Asian-Half white.

"You're changing races?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Well it is your body. Before you fill out the rest, you must know that I interpret everything at every level as far as your powers go. I tell you and it simply is. And as you can see you're going to have a gamer system. I'm going to integrate your jump build with it so you can view it at any time and whenever you finish a jump and start a new one you can build it there. You can also contact me at any time through your system. It will something like a voice call. You know, like Metal Gear Solid. Generally I pick your jumps and sometimes fill them out partially and sometimes all the way - don't worry, I'm obviously not here to make you suffer, and I will serve as your benefactor. You may call me Jump-Sama."

Time passes as the rest of the sheet gets filled out. There is some back and forth discussion about the mechanics of the build. After getting everything clarified Jump-Sama puts everything into the briefcase again. When it snaps shut, everything goes black. Suddenly, light.

A new and unfamiliar world, a new and unfamiliar horizon, and fresh cool, unfamiliar air fills Typhon's lungs. Jump-Sama is nowhere to be seen. Typhon debates calling him immediately and asking for further clarification. There are too many questions to ask, and Jump-sama seems evil. Well. Maybe he's not so bad seeing as how there's an isekai with cheat powers involved.

There's a farm house a little ways away. It is late at night. There are lit fires out towards the horizon. Men on horseback. Some kind of fortified camp with banners. Some sort of conflict. There's a group fleeing the camp with some staying to fight to protect whoever is leaving. There are people outside of the farm house watching the battle. Might as well try interacting with them as they probably know something about the situation. Wait.. Typhon thinks to himself. How the hell am I going to talk to them? I doubt they speak English. Maybe a spell? Or maybe I'm better of testing my psionic abilities. I bet I can download information from someone's mind directly into mine and skip the conversation entirely!

It would be a fair distance to walk, but half-viltrumites can fly. How was it stated in the show? Like peeing your pants on purpose? Hmm. Well whether or not that advice works.. Typhon relaxes and falls into the air. He's making a slanted michael jackson pose. He pivots on his bottom foot touching nothing and tackles his way forward. He relaxes his body forward and sucks in his core. Ascend! Ascend! He begins to move up away from the ground. Seems pretty intuitive. Typhon thinks. He tackles his way forward over and over until finally he slips into steady flight. Like superman! He heads to those watching the battle.

Authors note : Hello. The rest of this is being posted on Questionable Questing under my account also named kekeboot. Feel free to check it out if it seems interesting. I don’t want to post too much because it would spam the subreddit. I’ve got 4 chapters already. I’m also looking for a writing fren to talk about the fic with and jumpchain in general. Feel free to comment or message me if you’re interested in that too. Thanks for reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

who takes this???

Do they just BS everything? Aren’t they supposed to become superhuman? Is there anything different when one is declared clear? What is the motivation for progress without result? There must be a lot of pressure to claim something is happening. What usually gets claimed? And isn’t the end result supposed to be standardized? Do most scientologists get stuck at different levels because they can’t figure out what they’re supposed to be feeling/understanding?

Don’t people go hey wait a minute - my iq hasn’t raised and I don’t have an eidetic memory. What gives? Or are most scientologists not clear and they just expect all the clears to truly have these abilities.

Do scientologists really believe Tom Cruise is one of the most important and powerful beings on earth? Is he even clear?

Which ending did you pick