So I read that and then read more (because Skin Horse, yeah!), and http://skin-horse.com/comic/service-to-help/ is… very appropriate, actually, considering how things in this world are.
My old player character in an ancient text based online fantasy RPG had the same problem.
He was technically a Thief (more of a sneaky scholar and merchant, to be honest) who had gone to great lengths (including magical bio-tinkering) to build up resistances to poisons and foreign substances of all varieties, with the unintended side effect that he couldn’t get drunk.
If he really tried and drank too much all at once, he’d actually suffer the equivalent of the world’s worst hangover for a few minutes as his system forcibly purged itself. On the plus side, he could drink all sorts of things normally not safe for humans to imbibe, and had a tendency to win bets against dwarves.
I love this. I actually did something similar with a character in a set of stories I wrote. (They were fantasy stories, but based around noir tropes.)
In that world, elves had a racial trait that was basically an allergic reaction to iron. Half-elves, due to the iron content in human blood, tended to either be perpetually sickly or die in youth. The handful of exceptions tended to be /extremely/ hardy, since they developed an innate resistance to all poisons and toxins. Sadly, alcohol counts as a toxin, in this sense.
My main character of those stories was a half-elf who could see ghosts. None of the other law enforcement (‘Greycloaks’) in the city he lived in believed him about the ghosts, and he eventually left the force. He ended up as a private eye… but no one usually wanted to hire a half-elf, because it was a human town. So he was a down-on-his-luck PI, who couldn’t get drunk to forget his troubles.
He spent a lot of time trying basically every vice—every drug, every drink, ANYTHING—hoping SOMETHING would manage to get him buzzed enough that he could STOP seeing dead people for a little while.
This display, besides being amusing, does provide some insight into Sweetheart’s character. It doesn’t matter if what she does is inefficient or doesn’t seem to make sense. As long as it follows the rules and proves her right, she will be doing it.
Drinking is it’s own point to those who like to drink! ^_^
I wonder if Sweetheart is an alkie? o_O
Only because “her buzz never lasts“.
So I read that and then read more (because Skin Horse, yeah!), and http://skin-horse.com/comic/service-to-help/ is… very appropriate, actually, considering how things in this world are.
“Mishin *hic!* aschomplished”
My old player character in an ancient text based online fantasy RPG had the same problem.
He was technically a Thief (more of a sneaky scholar and merchant, to be honest) who had gone to great lengths (including magical bio-tinkering) to build up resistances to poisons and foreign substances of all varieties, with the unintended side effect that he couldn’t get drunk.
If he really tried and drank too much all at once, he’d actually suffer the equivalent of the world’s worst hangover for a few minutes as his system forcibly purged itself. On the plus side, he could drink all sorts of things normally not safe for humans to imbibe, and had a tendency to win bets against dwarves.
I love this. I actually did something similar with a character in a set of stories I wrote. (They were fantasy stories, but based around noir tropes.)
In that world, elves had a racial trait that was basically an allergic reaction to iron. Half-elves, due to the iron content in human blood, tended to either be perpetually sickly or die in youth. The handful of exceptions tended to be /extremely/ hardy, since they developed an innate resistance to all poisons and toxins. Sadly, alcohol counts as a toxin, in this sense.
My main character of those stories was a half-elf who could see ghosts. None of the other law enforcement (‘Greycloaks’) in the city he lived in believed him about the ghosts, and he eventually left the force. He ended up as a private eye… but no one usually wanted to hire a half-elf, because it was a human town. So he was a down-on-his-luck PI, who couldn’t get drunk to forget his troubles.
He spent a lot of time trying basically every vice—every drug, every drink, ANYTHING—hoping SOMETHING would manage to get him buzzed enough that he could STOP seeing dead people for a little while.
Looks like Mr. Lincoln isn’t getting his hat back anytime soon.
It’s delightful how pleased she seems to be with it!
What’s even more impressive is that she outdrank herself, and is still coherent.
Well, for certain values of coherence, maybe. ^_^
Yak…green with pink polka-dots. “Yak” is right.
The Fala statue is already sorta green, maybe it won’t show so much.
On the other hand, the tequila barf may just eat the patina off the statue.
So now I know FDR’s dog was named Fala. That probably explains why Sweetheart has led the team there, to honor that Scottie.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fala_%28dog%29#Fala_speech is interesting, and there is a pic of the memorial…
He’s buried at FDR’s feet in Hyde Park—some reports have him pining away after FDR’s death…
This display, besides being amusing, does provide some insight into Sweetheart’s character. It doesn’t matter if what she does is inefficient or doesn’t seem to make sense. As long as it follows the rules and proves her right, she will be doing it.