I think I just accidentally became someone’s loan shark??
Okay it sounds bad but bear with me:
Someone owes me a significant amount of money, and has made it clear that they do not intend to pay me back.
I sent them one text to follow up about it around two months ago, letting them know that I wasn’t stressed about it and I could wait or do installments if they needed time or things were rough, and they promptly blocked my number and deleted me on social media.
I was kinda bummed, but then, you know. I figured, it’s a lot of money, but at least they’ve removed themselves from my life, right? If I were to choose between thinking someone like that was a reliable friend or paying a lump sum for the trash to take itself out, I could make peace with it. Whatever. Live and learn.
So, I haven’t seen them in a few months. Cool. But then I was walking downtown and I see someone out of the corner of my eye just sitting around, having a drink. Don’t know who, don’t know what. Not paying attention, yeah? I’m living my life.
But as I get closer to walk past them, I see them get up and start booking it. And as I turn to figure out what’s up, why is someone running, I recognize the back of their head, and as they look over their shoulder, we make eye contact, and then they’re gone.
And I realize
I just got off work. I’m power-walking in what could ostensibly be interpreted as their direction. They look up and see someone they ghosted, who they have screwed monumentally, coming at them with a hundred-yard-stare and what they may not know is a regular resting bitch face. I don’t even care about the money anymore, I’ve accepted it as a loss, but they blocked me on everything so they don’t know that. And they went, “fuck this shit, not today” and dipped.
And that would be funny on it’s own, but we do not live in a large, heavily-populated area. It’s definitely going to happen again. So my question is this:
How long are they going to let themselves live in fear of my stumpy 5'3" ass hunting them down like John Wick or the devil himself before they snap
Tumblr really has ruined me. I was in a Rite-Aid and “out of touch” came on over the speakers, and I freaked out a bit because I thought I had missed my thursday morning meeting. It took me a minute before I remembered that Out of Touch playing does not always mean its thursday. sometimes people just play the song.
D&D 3e’s Massive Damage rules always felt weird to me. It’s like, yeah I guess it makes sense that there’s an amount of damage that you can’t take in one go without risking immediate death, but like… that amount already exists by the rules. It’s your current hit points + around ten.
Like never even mind the fact that HP are supposed to be an abstraction so that the 50 points of damage that triggers the Massive Damage rules doesn’t even necessarily represent 50 points of body hurting so what the fuck
Massive damage was an optional rule in 2e AD&D that existed entirely because someone got mad a fighter might make a calculation like “Okay, I will survive this fall because I have more hp than the max roll” and then jump off a cliff and they wanted to discourage that sort of thinking, and then it got made core in 3e, where…fighters still made that calculation because they figured they could survive the massive damage save pretty easily because fortitude was the one good save they were allowed to have.
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