5 Works by questbedhead
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Ramses' letters get leaked revealing all his secrets, including the true creator of Andromeda. Juno gets a call about it.
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The Only Way To Find Good Help Is To Raise It Yourself by questbedhead
Fandoms: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
25 Jul 2018
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Marlena Hallwinter often joked that the only way to find good help was to raise it yourself. Then she’d pat one of her boys on the cheek, and whoever she was talking too- bakers or store clerks or people about town- would laugh. A little nervously, maybe, but they’d let themselves believe the simpler interpretation of her turn of phrase.
And if whispers about the too-thin figures that lurched through the Hallwinters’ fields in the early morning reached some high-minded city folks or daring do-gooders, well, Marlena had +5 to persuasion and a (figuratively) killer peach cobbler that usually smoothed things over. People, however good or righteous they think themselves, prefer to turn a blind eye to family matters.
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Fantasy BuzzFeed: ‘Lavender Blues’ Plague People Post-Story by questbedhead
Fandoms: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
21 Jun 2018
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As the various reconstructive efforts repairing the damage caused by the Hunger on the Day of Story and Song are (finally) being completed, efforts to reconstruct the Story itself are well underway, and they’re shining a light on the strange side effects of the Story’s influence.
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WARNING: Lup Taaco is not an expert, and her advice should never be followed.
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Cycle 36, day 6
We’ve finally found a sign of civilization, as well as plausible evidence that we are all blind idiots. As we flew over yet more icy foothills, Merle (Of all of us!) noticed that one of the mounds appeared to be smoking. Under more careful examination we realized that these ‘foothills’ were actually snowed-covered buildings, meaning it is quite likely the other foothills we’ve seen the past few days were also actually buildings.
We, the best and brightest of our deceased world, saviors of multiple realities, the last and only line of defense against the relentless malevolence of the Hunger, wasted nearly a week looking for signs of life when there were entire cities directly under our hull. At the risk of sounding pessimistic, I think this world may be fucked.