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[Class Suggestion] Corn


Corn - Neutral Killfensive

Passive - Corny.
At day you’re a human. At night you transform into a Werecorn. This makes your character appear as a corn at night.

Day Ability 1 - “I’m not a corn” ( 2 uses )
Tell everyone you’re not a corn. Makes you immune to visitation tonight, cause they totally have no reason to suspect you!

Day Ability 2 - “No really, I’m not.” ( Infinite, can only be used after you’ve used first ability )
Tell someone you’re really not a corn. Makes the person suspicious of you. Will make a person target you tonight.

Night Ability - Popcorn! (Infinite, 1 day cooldown)
Anyone who visits you tonight will die, as you explode in their face. It will take you 1 day to regain your cornyness to use this ability again.
Pierces immunity.

Lore - Cornered.
They cannot know. They mustn’t know… Your secret cannot be revealed.
You were bitten as a child by a corndog, and it’s curse has haunted you since.
Oh… if anyone knew… They’d surely eat you. You delicious Corn-man…

Footsteps. Closing in on you. Not good. They cannot see you like this. What do you do.
You panic. You start sweating delicious corn juice. Then just as the footsteps turn the corner…

Survive until the end. Don’t be eaten.

Hey how do you all like my Corn suggestion? :wink: :wink: :wink:

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Best class ever dude!


I know right thanks bro!


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This is the worlds most damn best role ever made.


It’s just so funny and good that i love it! :+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::+1::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::star::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100::100:


The Anthropic Principle is correct.

Somewhere out there, we are in the best possible world.
That is the world where this class is added.


I think this is a bit too OP.

I can this should get a buff like, no one can make popcorn this day or something?

This is such a great ability. I think it couldn’t be any better :+1:

it should also occupy everyone else in the castle imo. Who wouldn’t eat the popcorn?

In general, I find this suggestion pretty corny :+1:
My feedback is 100% serious :^) :corn:


Let me ask you a question, why are you still talking?


This makes me uncomfortable.


breathes in
What the :corn: did you just :corn:ing say about :corn:, you little :corn:? I’ll have :corn: know :corn: graduated top of my :corn: in the Navy :corn:, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret :corn:s on :corn:, and I have over 300 confirmed :corn:. I am trained in guerilla :corn: and I’m the top :corn: in the entire :corn: armed :corn:. You are nothing to :corn: but just another :corn:. I will :corn: you the :corn: out with precision the likes of :corn: has never been seen before on this :corn:, mark my :corn:ing words. You :corn: you can get away with saying that :corn: to me over the :corn:? Think again, :corn:. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of :corn: across the :corn: and your :corn: is being traced right now so you better prepare for the :corn:, :corn:. The :corn: that wipes out the :corn: little :corn: you call your :corn:. You’re :corn:ing dead, :corn:. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can :corn: you in over seven hundred :corn:, and that’s just with my bare :corn:. Not only am I extensively trained in :corn: combat, but I have access to the entire :corn: of the United :corn: Marine :corn: and I will use it to its full extent to :corn: your :corn: :corn: off the :corn: of the :corn:, you little :corn:. If only you could have known what unholy :corn: your little :corn: :corn: was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your :corn:ing :corn:. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the :corn:, you :corn: :corn:. I will :corn: :corn: all over :corn: and you will :corn: in it. You’re :corn:ing dead, :corn:.


XD. Navy Corn Copypasta


I grew up in western Nebraska, so I’m no stranger to corn. As a kid, living out in the middle of nowhere, corn was my friend. My mother, god bless her, couldn’t afford toys, so my first “saftey blanket” was an small ear of dried corn.
I’d sleep with it, talk to it - hold it close to me when papa would give momma her dinner beatins. He was a mean dad, never really felt loved by him, and he’d always be aggressive and say nasty things to us. He was dedicated to his field of corn, spent hours plowing and planting. Always said his corn field was his “first son.” I don’t think he could ever love momma and me the way he loved that corn. I don’t blame him though, we all loved it. Corn was the superstar in our household.
Really… we couldn’t get enough of it back then. Dinners often included corn, corn bread, corn tortillas, Niblets corn in corn sauce, creamed corn casserol, corn fritters and various other corn dishes. Our household was religious so we didn’t eat any green vegetables or fruits. Especially figs, devils food, that’s what it was.
One day… well, we didn’t save enough corn in the silos. We ate our fill and sold our entire crop and stockpile to the community who loved corn as much as we did. STUPID! You always need a corn stockpile. You never know what will happen.
We suffered a bad drought and didn’t have our stockpile anymore. It killed our crop and all of our neighbor’s crops. Papa lost his first son and kinda just went mental, you know? Going weeks without the corn, it was hell. I’d hear him and momma arguin lot, the dinner beatins got worse. I heard him bawling in his room, shut up and didn’t want to talk to any of us. We’d reverted to eating the greens to keep us from starving, god forgive us…
One night, I guess he had saved a bottle of his favorite corn whiskey and drank the whole damn thing. One of those liter bottles. He was stumblin around, cursin at us, beatin momma. And I felt a rage in my chest like I’d never felt before. I was tired of him hurting her. I was pacing outside of the kitchen, holding my dried ear of corn tight. Till I walked in, saw him standing over my mother. I walked up behind him and punched him right in the back of the head, still holding my corn. He fell down and rolled onto his back. I never really got angry before, but it was like a wall broke and I couldn’t control myself. I was in a fiery rage and kept punching him. Beat papa like he beat momma all these years. Just worse. Heard his bones crunch when I beat his face, felt the blood spatter on me when I hit him. I BROKE MY CORN EAR! I couldn’t stop. Why couldn’t he love us like he loved corn? When I finally stopped, he wasn’t breathing. I was cryin, momma was cryin, my corn ear was broke.
The next day I dragged him out to the field. Burned his body in a huge pile of dried corn husks. Couldn’t have the town sheriff findin out now could we? I regret what I did, but papa was a bad man. It was hell on the whole family. But I’ve moved on from that. I have my own family now and my own corn crop which I love. I guess that’s more a story about my life than about corn, but it has had a big impact on me.


My god. Did you come up with that?



(Srsly I love r/copypasta)



I’m not a corn! Really I’m not!


C o r n


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