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Whenever a 20 is rolled, the whole game goes into bullet time. You see your character suddenly lash out with impossible power and cleave into your opponent with titanic strength. Torrents of blood and gore come shooting out of the wrecked carcass, with the occasional shower of bone fragments and eyeballs.The walls of the room are coated with gigantic arcing swaths of red, and EVERYONE is so stunned by the depraved and abhorrent display of grisly 32-bit carnage that the battle ceases for a minute while the players and NPCs shakily sit down and attempt to stave off the merciless onslaught of post-traumatic stress disorder. You, however, are so enthralled with your unmatched brutality that your psyche is permanently corrupted, and you exist only to relive that moment of infinite violence. Your party disbands after the completion of the quest, leaving you a roaming killer, never quite quenching your thirst for blood.