it’s the push and the pull
it’s the rise and the fall
I don’t owe you a single thing
You trip and fall to your death.
Instead of connecting, your spell ricochets off the walls, singing the eyebrows of everyone in your party, and finally healing the monster for 2D8+4.
Instead of charming the maiden into being smitten with you and therefore giving you the information, you instead get a case of 30-second tourettes, shout “FUCKING WHORE! I BET YOUR PUSSY TASTES LIKE GRAVY!”, and immediately shit your pants. Roll 1d4 to see how many days it takes for you to regain a sense of dignity.
IM CRYING HELP
Wait. Are you telling me some jerk stole their candy???