For real! I was all, "fuck me, are you kidding?", and scoured through my collective inventory (literally considering long-resting, in case I'd forgotten something in camp), but ultimately pressed on without closing that out. Meh. "Masterwork" at that level anyhow? Pfft.
Still. Wtf. ๐ค๐ผ
I'm tellin' all o' y'all
Could it happen so suddenly that it includes all of those patrons, too? Please?
Fair point. I may've been conditioned a bit from too many years DMing for oh-so-clever players who consistently think they can finagle a blessing out of a cursed item. ๐คช My reflex is to pressure the retrieval of said coins on an inconvenient schedule (ie. 24/7) and just when they think they've got that figured out, find an amusing way to remind the part-time legends of their place in the grand charade.
For instance, who knows what unscrupulous attention might be drawn to such a spectacle as an everflowing pocket? Might be as simple as a couple of enterprising urchins in need of a quick score, or maybe it's a bit more obtuse in its connection. When the gang is asked to investigate the curious affliction a young noble seems to have contracted on their recent visit to the same town (inn, etc.) involving coins falling out of their mouth whenever they try to speak...
I tend toward a bit of poetic tension in my group's scenes, so as their GM those dollar bills'd have to be pulled out of a pocket at a constant, challenging rate until they were at the stated number or something unsavory would result. A blockage, or even a reversal of their initial pressure? The pocket swells with unstable magics ready to burst, or the bills begin to force their way into the wearer's pocket-adjacent flesh, etc. Something to keep the party weighing the consequences of getting too wild with the wishes, but ridiculous enough to be worth the challenge.
Aw, cupcake, you're trying so hard. Go touch some grass, little church mouse. ๐
Imaginary friends die all the time. Especially heavily-plagiarized and wholly unoriginal ones like "Yahweh", and the countless others that came before. ๐คฃ๐ค๐ผ
Anti-theist, thank you. Kill your god.
Religion. Whole cloth.
No. If you think you're "just a product of (y)our brain chemistry", you're selling yourself short. There's a "you" in that meat-sac, so keep throwing levers and pushing buttons. You fly the ship. ๐ค๐ผ
What 30+ years does to recollection, ya know? ๐
Oh? Well, damn. ๐คฃ