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.
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.
Fred Kwan in Galaxy Quest.
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.
I always like the analogy of man’s relationship with an ant is how it would be with a fae or elder species and man.
Like if an ant managed to attract the attention of a human and requested it kill a specific ant, the human would respond by simply killing the entire colony as they can’t distinguish one individual ant from another.
That’s what the fae do.
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
All that’s left is discovering the power of friendship along the way and they’ve got a franchise on their hands.
This guy is definitly not Lovecraft
“Huh, this god tastes like chicken.”
sighs
Or they’ve never met a human. It’s a learned fear.
Or they met one that fed them.
