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I really hate how my D&D group is nowadays.
I'm all stoned and want to make up a story about how this stone a devil throws is the stone that killed jesus, and I can't 'cause no one is gunna contribute to the story or do anything but stare back at me blankly. I charge forward and as I go to land a mighty blow on the devil, his two lackies each take attacks of opprotunities. Since they did enough to kill me, I'm denied my blow. It's my dying, final blow and it's denied! What the fuck is that?!
All it is is the same trite jokes from comics we read years ago. It's fucking lame and I hate it.
Plus. This is my second character to die. Fuck D&D.
I'm all stoned and want to make up a story about how this stone a devil throws is the stone that killed jesus, and I can't 'cause no one is gunna contribute to the story or do anything but stare back at me blankly. I charge forward and as I go to land a mighty blow on the devil, his two lackies each take attacks of opprotunities. Since they did enough to kill me, I'm denied my blow. It's my dying, final blow and it's denied! What the fuck is that?!
All it is is the same trite jokes from comics we read years ago. It's fucking lame and I hate it.
Plus. This is my second character to die. Fuck D&D.