Pineapple Express: Someone Is Wrong on the Internet?


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My son has gone to Little Caesar's Hulu Hawaiian (ham and pineapple) thin crust pizza as his Sunday afternoon pizza of choice, only now paired with Fanta pineapple soda for that extra burst of pineappleyness.

Johnathan
 

My son has gone to Little Caesar's Hulu Hawaiian (ham and pineapple) thin crust pizza as his Sunday afternoon pizza of choice, only now paired with Fanta pineapple soda for that extra burst of pineappleyness.

Johnathan

You can't go wrong with Fanta. They are all good but Orange is my favorite
 


Yeah, I wonder now about the whole Monty Haul issue, given that you'd need a mule train to get all the treasure out of even a relatively low level TSR module. And random anonymous filler monsters in higher level adventures like Descent into the Depths of the Earth all seem to have +1 or better gear just waiting for an enterprising PC to shove it all into one of their dozen bags of holding.

The truth was, nobody was going to roll over the game with +1 weapons and rings of protection +1 and the occasional Wand of Lightning. The problem was if someone was using the random treasure generation (and with most people, why wouldn't they? The fact they were in the book implied they were appropriate) random rolls could toss up a lot of more potent stuff simply by luck and how many magic items were generated. The different tables sometimes had trends in terms of type of magic items, and the individual magic tables weighted toward weaker items, but if you rolled enough those +4 Shields, Staves of Power and intelligent Flaming Swords would come up. Accumulate a lot of that and you could have characters who punched harder than their levels might suggest.
 




I don't think that William Blake was talking about you when he wrote this, but carry on...

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
 


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