Context: the entire party was basically just put in a saw trap illusionscape thing by an evil archfae, everybody but the monk died in a game of hide and seek after going through a lot of other physical/psychological trauma. long story short, the session was intense. said archfae gave the monk a wish for winning the hide and seek game, and he was trying to convince her to undo everything she just did with the wish after explaining that games aren’t fun when not everybody is playing.
DM: Ok, now roll persuasion.
Monk, who has a -1, ooc: Ah, my strong suit.
Monk ooc, angirly: NAT FUCKIN ONE- *audiable desk slam* AFTER ALL THAT-
*long pause paired with the sound of people’s mics clipping as the entire table made misc sounds of distress*
DM: *world’s most pained sigh* With advantage.
> mom spilled trace amount of curry powder on the floor
> cool ok ill sweep it up in a sec
> go to the bathroom, come back
> curry powder is suspiciously less
> cat is suspiciously yellow
There’s like 12 different kinds of tension in this image.
Did i get it right
I literally cant fucking breathe
My cousin Throckmorton works at Project Moon and he sent me this canto 7 leak
fear me
Sacrifice