My D&D group once was having a debate as to whether I was a force of law or chaos - when I arrived to the game. I was late because I had been involved in a car accident where a truck hit me when I was getting soft pretzels for the group, and I was still in the pretzel shop’s parking lot. The driver of the truck was more shook up than I was, but less than the bottle of mustard which went flying as he hit me. he was apologizing and asking if I was alright, and that he had never hit a pedestrian before. When I told him it was no big deal, it was my 7th time getting hit, the look on his face went to shock. He asked if I’ve been in 7 car accidents, and I said something like “As a pedestrian? Yes.”
The argument came down to whether all the crazy stuff that happens to me shows that I am a force of chaos, or that the fact all the chaos attacks me and fails to do much, shows I am a force of law. Neither side could convince the other, and I had no opinion on the matter.
In case you’re wondering about totals:
7 as pedestrian, 2 on bicycle, 33 in a car - over half of those have been while my car was stopped.
I’ve scraped a lot of things when I used to drive (so many dings and scratches on my bumper). I do NOT miss driving AT all, always found it stressful. Yeah, I like the freedom, but now I live in a country with great public transport, so…
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Leaving a Phillies game (Major League Baseball) and being hit in a crosswalk, by a guy turning right on a red light. Who decided to ignore the traffic cop handling traffic at the intersection, the red light was flashing 4 ways. He tried to get through before people got across, and there were only a couple hundred people at the intersection, and I’m the only one he hit. I wasn’t hurt, and didn’t care about suing for no reason, otherwise, he’d be in a world of financial pain. I can imagine how reporting that accident for the damage to his car went. Yes, he damaged his car when he hit me.
Jonah’s video is kind of funny, because I’ve been bounced off the hood of a car like that once, form the back of a friend’s bike as a teen when he was reaching to grab onto the said of a stake body flatbed truck for a speed boost. I flew off, hit the hood of a Ford Pinto (which luckily, didn’t explode) and bounced up, over the back, and into traffic on a four lane road.
The other bike accident was one where I got hit by a car in my neighborhood as a kid. They hit my bike crushing it, I rolled/slid across the hood, and landed. Some friends said it looked like I was a stuntman. I had a headache from that one.
The two bike things happened in the late 70’s early 80’s so they involved cars with steel. Had a near miss with my much older cousin alsmost getting us hit by a trolley when she wiped out her bike when I was about 7.
I think Wu Kong is kind of the leading force of chaos in the E&P world. Note this excludes the fdsofsjo’fpas’jgfasojgerqg=qer9bjdqmgeqr
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RNG stuff that we experience as we play because that’s not in the esgkqer world.
Funny, today I was wondering what if people said “a tym czosnkiem” (and this garlic) instead of “a tymczasem” (meanwhile). Of course the pun works only in my language.
My kitchen sink is a complete mess. That’s my evidence that I’m chaotic.
I have no clue if I’m good, bad or neutral. On one hand, I revenge everyone who raids me, but on the other hand I feel a little bit sad when someone I raid is not able to revenge me back. I mean, I know what it’s like to be attacked, and I know that feeling of burning bile and rage that grips one when your first 2 revenge attempts fail, and you are consumed with fury at the thought of this person laughing behind their +20, all-HOTM/Event Hero defense…
