It’s always someBODY…

It’s hard enough to join a Minecraft server with people you get along with.

My backstory is I joined this party to forget about my backstory.

“You find yourself standing on a dark fairway.”

Make no mistake, the Rogue is on the offense.

Wizard: “I cast detect on the bowl.”

DM: “it’s a bowl.”

Wizard: “I cast detect on the chair.”

DM: “It’s a chair.”

Wizard: “Fine, I eat the chowder.”

DM: “The spoon is a mimic. It latches onto your face and causes 35 points of damage.”

5 years old and already an understudy of Satan!

Animal: “I’m on fire, do you mind?”

Druid: “No, I don’t mind at all.”

Nothing like ATLA to make me go from melancholy to giggling like an idiot in no time flat.

“Confused but supportive.”

6yo DM: “You encounter a corpse wearing a ring of jumping.”

As a liberal Elder Scrolls fan, I had to become a social justice stealth archer.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a mimic.”

Honestly, why do DMs feel the need to try and wipe the party? DMs should be hoping the party succeeds because the party is usually going to find a way to wipe without their assistance.

Dungeon Master Waller is forming a kind of… Suicide Squad.

When you stand next to water for too long and mud crabs converge on your location.

“Would you like him in the snow?”

“To the tropics he would go.”

Gotta get the unlucky out of my system first.

“Suddenly a swarm of BumbleBears appear in front of you.”

Players: “A… what of WHAT??”

Oh, look. A hive.

Watch out for the queen bear.