Sindarin3lf - Luna

“I THROW A SQUID AT HIM. No, wait, it’s cast at second level. I THROW TWO SQUIDS AT HIM”

Jason using his guns as blunt weapons is so funny like imagine ur getting shot at by the Red Hood, he runs out of ammo, you think you have a chance and he just throws the fucking pistol at you

the different rows in concert band

1st row: most well behaved, small, usually filled with flutes

2nd row: some whispering. usually clarinets, french horns, other woodwinds

3rd row: whispering and giggling widespread. trumpets and maybe low brass

4th row: the most chill; the quietest row. tubas and low brass

5th row, percussion: Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here

A fan girl

Context: our half elf fighter took a sip of a mysterious slime which they later found out to be "goblin juice" which turned them green and gave them advantage and bonuses to every roll as well as 22 additional hp but turned them green. The DM was making them roll con saves on each turn during a boss fight.

DM: make a con save

Fighter: ah right, the cocaine save

Wizard/rogue: what happens if they fail the save?

DM: *shrugs and says nothing*

Me: they get consumed by the cocaine haze