I suppose the DM has a contingency plan for if someone casts Zone of Truth

There’s always picking up a game at the local tavern!

(This plan has a 64.8% chance not to end poorly)

People want to feel like they’re in a historic setting, but they also want dragons and potatoes. 🤷‍♂️

Potatoes come from the Elemental Plane of Earth.

The mighty DM has spoken!

At one point when people on Twitter were arguing about the historical accuracy of LGBT+ groups in a DnD setting, I made the argument that anyone who includes potatoes in their setting doesn’t care about historical accuracy anyway. This led to a discussion about what would be missing from a medieval setting and the conclusion that a “historically accurate” DnD setting would have gay people, but not potatoes. This became a running joke.

Fast forward a few months, and during a fair there’s a vendor selling “sausages in a bun, topped with mustard sauce or sauerkraut.” The players caught on to them being hotdogs, and it sparked another discussion about what foods were available in a “historically accurate” setting.

(Which, all those ingredients would have been available to the setting, even of they weren’t eaten in that configuration.)

I see that hair curl! A lot of time and care went into that. Very nice!

But it makes their friendship score go up when they win, so… they like it? Maybe?

And also the flintlock

We just give all the tools to solve crimes to people who have no idea how to use them, no biggie.

I can fix him

Tomorrow.

The top tier of bard instruments, a cello

I want her clothes though

Yes, I forgot to mention. The game is tuned for multiplayer and is waaaaqy more enjoyable with resource boosts and timer reductions.

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Maybe Ark Survival? You go from caveman to future tech. There’s dinosaurs and I like the story.

I would just drop the “so-called” and put the term in quotes.

Western countries belonging to the “Paris club.”

Or get rammed by a Maus. Good to keep some variety in your life.

Last game I played was World of Tanks, so…

Society as we know it ended in 1919, after the calamitous fall of every world government. There is no order or law save the will of the Tank Clans, roaming columns of tanks from every nation on the constant prowl for ammunition, fuel and supplies to keep their rampage sustained for even a moment longer.

To be a tanker in this time is to embrace chaos and anarchy. Tank clans commit to bloody battles, fighting to the last man over scarce resources. The victors cannibalize the smouldering wrecks of the fallen for whatever scrap remains. Technological advances come at the cost of hundreds fallen, all in the name of making deadlier war machines. This the world I now inhabit, a world of steel and chaos, of armor and war. This is…

The World of Tanks.

“I have 30 passive perception.”

“So no one can ambush us?”

blank look.

“… so no one can ambush us, right?”