Screams Puns

Typical team: Sym Spider, AV, Scream, Pun

I had no issue dropping Emma in about 20 hits with no need to stun her.

The final wave that drops after her is actually broken, it’s impossible to take more than 1 turn before the team is wiped. 150k damage per day output vs around 13 million total HP on this wave. That’s a few months to progress past just this wave.

Cap Marvel always specials or Ults, Ms Marvel assists and BB burps. Either you lose AV or AV’s revive can’t be used after BB’s passive takes out another char

2 x X23 always target AV (hard coded to attack support?) ensuring AV ability block or death after her multi hit & BB burp.

BB resets your character’s energy to pre-attempt levels, so good luck sacrificing several attempts / days to try for aligned Ults. It’s basic attacks all the way with this wave.

Finally the aligned rotation of Ms Marvel’s always Ult AOE & team energy & assist, JJ clear debuffs, CA taunt & energy to team rounds out your team being cleared in 1 turn every time

Plan for this wave, do not concern yourself with Emma Frost as many posts are mentioning.

Dreamcatcher is known for having a very distinctive styling that matches their nighmare concept very well. I always enjoy watching stage mixes to remember an era and today after watching Deja vu's stage mix I had the idea to rank the eras in terms of styling

Disclaimer: english is not my first languaje so if I describe a clothing item wrong or in a confusing way, please tell me in the comments so I can correct it. Also, I'm only including the title tracks cause otherwise we all know that red sun's outfits would win haha Finally, I pretty much like every era's styling but I thought this would be fun, so don't take this too seriously

8. Scream The suits were nice in general (the cuts/holes were a nice twist!) but the furry ones ESPECIALLY the brown ones... sorry dc

9. Good night era The styling was definetly iconic and unforgettable but the shiny silver outfits were a bit too much and didn't follow imo the general vibe of the concept

10. Fly high era They were probably the more distinctive ones out of all dc's outfits, they were cute and iconic but there was not much variation

11. Deja vu era The black shiny ones were SO pretty. That's all I have to say here

12. Chase me era ICONIC

13. You and I era Iconic pt2. No but really, in you and I era dc's popularity grew a lot and I think that a relevant factor in the succes of the comeback was the iconic styling: unique, aesthetic and with nice details (the little scarf, the arm belt thingy)

14. What era This was a hard decision because 'What' era's styling was on a whole new level: each member had their own outfit and vibe, the hairstyles, the colors, everything was perfect. But there can only be one winner

15. Piri era This might be an unpopular opinion because I rarely see people talk about Piri era in terms of styling. But imo this was not only a very stylish era, it also reflected perfectly dc's concept. And here are the reasons:

16. Every member got a different outfit (yay!) and imo they fitted every member very well!

17. The fabrics, cloths and lace were such a nice touch!

18. And the most important reason, they SCREAM (pun totally intended) Dreamcatcher. In 'What' era even though the styling was a little bit better, it didn't give me dc vibes at all. This is not necessarily a bad thing, it's nice that they can explore different styles and all but part of what makes me like dc so much is their concept, and Piri imo represents it perfectly

So that's my take. What's your favourite era?

As we all know, President Howard Dean screamed (pun intended) his way into sweeping the democratic primaries that year over weaker candidates like John Kerry. The famous “Dean Scream” elevated him to stardom within the party, and portrayed the energy that democrats had in the face of the largely unpopular Bush.

But let’s say John Kerry gets the nomination. Maybe the Dean Scream is somehow portrayed negatively? What would 4 more years of Bush mean for America and the World?

We all know that Bert's screams were phenomenal back in the day. Second to none. But I also think it's no secret that he just can't do it like he used to, due to health concerns and such. While the legacy of Bert's screams cannot be understated, I think it's time they address the issue and hire on a full-time unclean vocalist to take care of screaming from now on. The Used shows just don't have the same energy that they used to when Bert holds the mic out to the crowd for 90% of the screaming parts. While I know bands grow and evolve, screaming as always been an integral part of The Used's sound, and I would like someone fully abled to do so scream on future Used releases and scream on all current and old songs at shows from now on. I know Jeph helps sometimes and they'll bring on guests to scream every now and then, but those just aren't nearly on the same level as Bert's old screams. I would like a new permanent fixture that just screams (pun intended) The Used. What do you think?

The Nineties

I can't sleep. I've been staring at my ceiling all night, watching the fan turn slowly in place, moths decorating the tiles, a battered dream catcher swaying above me. I have a difficult relationship with sleep, I always have and as it turns out, always will. I often wake up covered in sweat, screaming or kicking the wall. Once, I woke up in a different part of the house, staring out at the darkened swimming pool, a gaping black hole in the ground at night, one that I would have dreams about, that it was swallowing me.

I want to sleep and I don't want to sleep. I don't want to be tired in the morning, but I also don't want the dreams, and I worry that if I close my eyes, someone will come in my room - this isn't a child's paranoia, I have no concerns about the bogeyman or the monster under my bed. It's not paranoia when it keeps happening. It could be any one of them who shows up.

Usually it's my mother, standing beside my bed and staring down at me - sometimes she only does it for a minute or two. Sometimes she stays there longer. If I hold very still she might go away, or she might sit down on my bed and keep staring. During these times, she makes me think of the line of porcelain dolls on the far wall of my room, the ones I hate with their glassy open hollow gazes.

Sometimes it's someone else, and that's worse.

Tonight I can't sleep because it's my birthday. I'm excited the way people on death row are excited for their big day. Excited is just an adjective. Excited doesn't mean good.

My mother has made a cake. She does this every year, painstakingly decorating it over the course of two days, piping icing on one drop at a time in the shape of characters, following a pattern laid out on a glossy paper in front of her, the smell of buttercream in the air. This is a motherly thing to do, so the process always puts me on edge. It is Very Nice of her and she makes a point of reminding everyone of this fact; her life and everyone else's will be consumed for the next forty-eight hours by The Cake.

One year the dog gets at it and she screams and cries like it was her leg that got snapped off, rather than Mickey Mouse's. She wails and she pitches bowls of buttercream on the floor. I think: she is butterscreaming. Pun. It's funny now. The dog licks red and white icing off the walls and I sit on the floor with her until the crying subsides. Mickey is presented at the party that night as standing sideways and eve

About 13 years ago or so my mom entered my brother and me into a kids Halloween costume contest that was being held at a nearby mall. I was dressed up as the Ghost Faced killer from the horror movie franchise Scream (Yes, I know, that literally screams (pun intended) 13 years ago).

There was a stage for all the entrants to walk out onto and show their costumes and do or show something unique to their costume as a way to woo the judges. While my costume had already become a typical Halloween costume, I had a little something extra to bust out. My mask wasn't the usual Ghost Face mask, it was one that came with a pump attached and, when utilized, fake blood came pouring down the face. I was convinced I had 1st place in the bag.

I watched entrant after entrant go up to the stage and do their thing. I wasn't impressed nor intimidated by my competition. I was thinking how awful they were gonna feel when they inevitably lost.

My name is called. I go up to the stage. I show my costume. I start to get cold feet with the pump. I'm telling myself to pump that shit and blow the judges away. I couldn't do it. The stage hand begins to gesture me off the stage. Me, beginning to realize my window of opportunity is closing rapidly, finally pulls the trigger out of sheer desperation. That blood flows. I hear the judges ooh and aah. "Fuck yeah" I think to myself. I felt as if my victory had been cemented.

I walk off the stage feeling confident.

I then see one of the final entrants walk towards the stage. He walk on the stage. A low murmur begins to come over the crowd. The stage hand, the judges, the crowd and even myself become enamored with this kid and his annoyingly awesome costume.

He had on a homemade box of popcorn costume that he and his mother made together. The classic red and white stripped box was made out of card board boxes. The popcorn was made out of many different balled up pairs of white socks.

He won.

I felt so defeated and pathetic.

To this day, I get so mad at that fucker and his stupid ass mom whenever I think about that.

Not one Halloween has gone by since then where I haven't thought of them and the horrible way they made me feel.

But gaw damn. That was an aweosme costume.

"The big bad wolf!" a goat shouted. "Is meditating!"

"So? Isn't that a good thing? questioned the bear.

"Noooo!" the goat bleated. "It's become aware wolf!"

You’ll strain your voice.

TLDR; Psychic Scream can be permanent, is not dispellable, and should not be used against your players. I did. I'm an idiot.

I am a DM of close to 5 years and have recently had the rare pleasure of my longest campaign reaching High Level Play™. At this time in my campaign the party has reached 18th level, and so the threats they face must be balanced accordingly. To this end, I set about to create a statblock for a long running rival of the party, an evil archmage/fencer and self-proclaimed "greatest wizard on earth".

If anyone reading this has played or DM'ed high level play, you might immediately be worried. Most 5th edition 9th level spells are practically a "win this encounter" button. Among these spells my innocent brain had looked at the head-popping power of Psychic Scream and squeed in delight. With the statblock done comes the day of the session.

Turn 1, the archmage uses Psychic Scream. There are two druids and one wizard in the party, but all other party members have a Intelligence Save no higher than +1. All but the Wizard fail their saves. With the absurd statblock I made they would have to roll a 20 to resist her DC 21 spell save. One party member CANNOT SAVE.

This is where I realize my horrible mistake. Psychic Scream's duration is instantanous, which means it can't be dispelled, and only one spell in the game purges the Stunned condition, Power Word Heal (which the cleric did not have prepared, although he would have been unable to cast it anyway since he was ALSO stunned). If you can't save, the spell will continue forever...

What proceeds is a cool fight between the archmage and wizard, eventually joined by the two druids, but I basically forced 3 of my friends to sit and roll saves for 3.5 hours, and another to simply sit out the combat due to their low intelligence modifier.

Needless to say, I was incredibly embarrassed and will not be giving enemies Psychic Scream again.

Edit: Party's Wizard is 6 Fighter / 12 Wizard, so only 6th level spells, and their Counterspell was Counterspelled... Also, as some people have pointed out, I should probably have done something when I realized the problem, but I am a terrible rules improviser, so I was kind of in denial about it till afterwards. I did apologize to my players.

Edit 2: Thank you all so much for the feedback. I didn't expect this post to do so well. If Mayra, Kongo, Adoras, Ydis, Miki or Frederich reads this, I'm sorry again!!

I’ve been pretty sick these last few days so I’ve gotten very little sleep, in the past five days I’ve probably gotten six hours of sleep all up. I’m tired, grumpy, sore and can’t spend more than two minutes without sneezing myself stupid. At around 6am this morning I got up to take some pain killers along and low and behold the brat next door was screaming. I took my pain killers, walked out the front door and screamed “IT’S 6 IN THE MORNING ON A FUCKING MONDAY UNLESS YOU’RE DYING SHUT YOUR TRAP”. The brat immediately stopped and ran back inside.

The parents of this brat? No where in sight. I fucking hate my neighbourhood.

As we drove away with the little girl we saw the father nodding at us with the money in his hand.

I recently started therapy and have discovered that a lot of memories and experiences I had as a child were far more traumatic than I gave them credit for at the time and that they were not just normal things that every kid went through.

One of these memories (or rather compilation of memories) was the experience of my NMom waiting until we were in a car to completely explode emotionally. I have so many fuzzy memories of dissociating while she screamed at me for god knows what. Some days if it was on the way to school and she wasn't done yelling she'd just keep doing laps around the school after we arrived and would refuse to drop me off until she was done or I stopped crying.

Just typing this out is helping me realize how fucked up it was and how desperate I was to believe it was normal and acceptable. Funny how I get an INTENSE flight reaction to conflict now and lose my shit when I feel trapped in rooms/places with angry people even if the anger isn't directed at me.

Just curious to commiserate with anyone who might've gone through something similar.

You'll strain your voice.

You’ll strain your voice