DnD is a serious game.
Once my party turned me into a golden dragon to battle a balor. I died in a single round when the monster’s vorpal blade critted on me. What a fucking night.
One time I played a Fey-Ri who was best friends with a monk and they were both lawful good. So the monk convinces my character to run headfirst into a hoard of goblins and bugbears. A level one arrow decapitated me. Consumed by guilt at having gotten me killed, the monk soured and started lying, cheating, stealing, and gambling. He exploited my next character’s ambiguous sexuality to continuously steal all the bacon.
“Weaponized aerosol werewolf grenade”
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