Turns out if you put seven hundred hours into a game the muscle memory doesn't go away. I can make headshots just as well as I could last year (which is to say, with great mediocrity). 

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The tiefling wizard/cleric scored the worlds most sicknasty crit on Tuesday when we were fighting a demon in the basement of a murder mansion. There she was, almost all out of spell slots, until she went up to the scaly boi and booped him on the snout to the tune of about 60 necrotic damage with a fourth-level Inflict Wounds. 

Oh, she paid for it after - the creature used a legendary action to stun the wizard, taking her out for the rest of the fight. But worse off were my human monk and the warforged artificier/bloodhunter, who were knocked out after trying to drag the wizard out of the fray and getting yeeted against a wall, respectively. 

In the end, it was the changeling warlock's maddening hex who took the demon out. His maddening hex does five damage. Five! 




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Spotify playlists have rearranged themselves into the following: 

1. Queerest synths on the planet
2. Taylor Swift & friends
3. Old Brits
4. The angstiest country music on the planet. 
5. The Lord of the Rings soundtrack, but in the wrong order and mixed with other stuff. 
6. The Weeknd and his less-talented associates