THANK YOU TO WHOEVER MADE THIS
DM: So You’ve escaped the tanks and the national guard. What do you do now?
Me: Hmm. I summon a dimensional shambler and kill President Hoover. Then the King of England.
Me: WHY NOT?!
GM: You walk in to see a six foot tall man with a disgusting scar across his face. Make a sanity check.
GM: He is THAT ugly.
Rabbi: I’m sure I’ve seen worse. *Rolls* Fail.
GM: You scream like a little girl and run out of the room.
Me: So let’s recap: We have an evil sorceror on the hill trying to resurrect the dead … probably. We are like, six guys with little to no combat experience in a backwater town. What do we do?
Party to NPCs in town: Hello, we’re reporters from London investigating reports that Walter Corbitt is in actuality a devil-worshiping Jew from Boston undermining our good English Values.
NPC: “Oh my God!”
- 101 Reasons to Just Carry a Fucking Lighter
- Stop Drop and Roll Off a Cliff
- Well That Escalated Quickly
“Well That Escalated Quickly” is what really got me.
Someone make a book cover please.
… … … no.