Tasty Tales of Transformation

  High upon the towering hills and peaks of a land called Liyue, sat an abundance of shrines and temples seemingly frozen in time. So far removed from the outside world and being difficult to traverse kept untouched by the common tourists and rabble that would have otherwise flocked to see their serene beauty. They were a perfect picture of a bygone era, kept alive by the few who still tended to them. Every aspect of these locations was kept as pristine as they could manage, replacing artifacts a regular occurrence every few decades. One such artifact, a couple of binding ropes meant for dulling the cursed, violent energy said to be sealed within a blessed stone, was due for replacement, a new one having been made and shipped to the shrine. “Is this the package young one?” the elder shrine attendant asked. He approached a younger groundskeeper shuffling through a box. “I-I… don’t understand! This was supposed to have been mailed from one of the head temples. How did it get mixed up...

  This was a collab with Redrocian A chubby fellow, dressed in a black, medieval mercenary costume, brandishing an eyepatch, leaped off his bed lunging forward with a plastic sword. He bantered to an invisible enemy while lost within a pretend play. The one childishly prancing about the disheveled apartment was Brendan, a man who dreamed big and lived lazy. “Hark! I am the sovereign of the Württemberg! And I have never known defeat! Tremble before my Auge der Verurteilung!” he yelled while unconvincingly swirling his sword. He had a flare for roleplay, and this week’s escapist fantasy was a magical knight who spoke at times in German, who was ruler of a prosperous kingdom under siege. Brendan was a colossal nerd and a social outcast who cared not for those who looked down on his peculiarities. Possessing a wide eyed wonderment and no drive for responsibility, he wished for things to come easy. After flunking out of College and being hit with some cold hard reality, he found himself...