Put the "Master" in "Game Master!" ~Professor DM, Dungeon Craft

Shadowrun has entered the chat.

I'm pretty sure I've seen this before but it makes me chuckle every time.

Say it with me, folks.

Don't point the gun at anything you're not ready to shoot at.

And...

Keep your finger outside the trigger guard until you're ready to shoot.

The Industrious Rogue has entered the chat.

In my head, that goblin is speaking with Homestar Runner's voice.

Excuse ME, my half-orc cleric is quite well educated and very bookish. One of the first purchases she made in Waterdeep with her own money was a stack of books.

You would think a half-orc would 'get it' more readily... Apparently not.

Hey, @ahdok@ttrpg.network would you be alright with me sharing your comics to my local facebook group for gaming if I link back to your site? Our gaming community isn't huge, so I wouldn't expect it to be a ton of extra traffic, but they're really cute comics and I know some people will like them.

Your drawing style is adorable.

Storytime.

The campaign is Waterdeep: Dragon Heist. After being shunned by her family, my insecure half-orc cleric has fallen into split-ownership of some property, that she and the party finally settled on a plan for and made into a high-class club we called 'the Rising Tide'. Her crush (a buttoned-down and illegitimate, but very attractive, tiefling scion of some local nobles) showed up for the grand opening, and during their conversation, he assured her that a letter would be pretty welcome.

So the next day, when she spied a story about him in the local yellow rag, she took it as an opportunity. In short, she wrote something like "Hey, we all know the quality of story this idiot prints: I don't believe it, and I doubt anybody else does, but if you want to keep people from speculating on your romantic status, I'd be happy to hang around with you and discourage any admirers with ill intentions. HINT HINT."

Fast forward to the END of that day, after she and the rest of the party have spent several hours crawling through literal rivers of sewage, fighting gross monsters, and not getting very far on the actual plot. When we got back home, there was a letter waiting for my cleric--a reply already! Faster than she had ever moved before she ran up to her room, squealing "He wrote me baaaaaaack!" And spent the rest of the night cleaning up, reading, and re-reading her letter.

Yes, it turned out well.

My wife once played a Wizard with the Hermit background, and decided that the "secret she knew" was that she was a character in a game. She would periodically make references to older rule sets. Yes, THAC0 was name-dropped.