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When you're not sure what to say
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It's like when you go to an office social event and realize you only ever talk to these guys about work stuff.
Some sort of quantum bone kaleidoscope creature made out of sentient statistics or something. It seemed to prefer presenting as some sort of large dog. I have no idea what the fuck it was, but it nearly killed my monk. I still think about it sometimes.
Oh! this thing!
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Nah it was more like a swarm of platonic solids which each individually divide and recombine and change shape several times a second, like a metaphor for quantum foam that was trying to kill us.
I'm assuming you're a dice hoarder like me? Pour all your dice into a pan and vibrate it as fast as you can without spraying dice all over the place. That's what it looked like, except it mainly chose to take the form of an quadruped because that's what it thought looked prettiest. I think it was trying to kill us because it thought bipedal creatures are ugly?
I have a box that's 12 inches cubed (it's a cube shaped box) and it's FULL of dice...