idk I just love how we Young People Today use ~improper~ punctuation/grammar in actually really defined ways to express tone without having to explicitly state tone like that’s just really fucking cool, like
no = “No,” she said.
no. = "No,” she said sharply.
No = “No,” she
stated
firmly.
No. = “No,” she snapped.
NO = “No!” she shouted.
noooooo = “No,” she moaned.
no~ = “No,” she said with a drawn-out sing-song.
~no~ = “No,” she drawled sarcastically.
NOOOOO = “No!” she screamed dramatically.
no?! = “No,” she said incredulously.
I’ve been calling this “typographical nuance” and I have a few more to add:
*no* = “No,” she said emphatically.
*nopes on out of here* = “No,” she said of herself in the third person, with a touch of humorous emphasis.
~*~noooo~*~ = “No,” she moaned in stylized pseudo-desperation.
#no = “No,” she added as a side comment.
“no” = “No,” she scare-quoted.
wtf are you kidding no = “No,” she said flatly. “And I can’t believe I have to say this.”
no no No No NO NO NO NO = "No,” she repeated over and over again, growing louder and more emphatic.
nooOOOO = “No,” she said, starting out quietly and turning into a scream.
*no = “Oops, I meant ‘no,’” she corrected, “Sorry for the typo in my previous message.”
I cannot express how strongly I absolutely love language and writing and communication but if anyone asks why I will be showing them this post from now on
this is great, but I got to “no no No No NO NO NO NO” and immediately started singing “mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia let me go”
no no no nO (no no no)= “No,” she said, sticking to the status quo
You are the owner of a magic backpack; every morning you stick your hand in and it contains exactly what you need for the day. One morning it contains a gun.
The backpack was a gift from your grandmother. It had saved her life more than once during WWII, and when she passed it on to you she explained that it had four specific rules.
“Regardless of whether you’ve put anything in the bag, the first thing you pull out each morning will be the item you need most that day. Items pulled out only last for 24 hours before disappearing. You never have to use an item, though there are always consequences for ignoring the bag’s help. And one day you will pull out a slip of paper with a name on it. That is the person you must pass the bag on to. The bag will never work for you again after that point.”
She gave you the bag when you were twelve and for seven years you pulled out an item every morning. Most days it was something simple, like a pen or pair of sneakers. Once you pulled out a rubber chicken (that was an interesting day).
It’s a bright spring day when you pull out a gun. You stare at the weapon in disbelief. Why would you need a gun? You’ve got a test in Anthropology 110, and an essay due in English 110, your younger brother needs you to drive him to pick up his car (’cause it got towed), and your girlfriend’s play is opening that night. None of which would ever make you think you need a gun.
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
Make every mythical monster a bear in your campaign
Time's Vengeance 