
Brett

You: Oasis or Blur?
Me, an intellectual: Pulp or Suede?
Its nice that we get to die someday. Imagine being immortal and suddenly you remember all the emberassing things you did in the last 2000 years. Horrible
Me, as a vampire: oh geez
Friend: What’s wrong
Me: Just remembered that time in 1654 when the tavern maid said “Enjoyeth thy meal!” I replied with “Thee as well”

¯_(ツ)_/¯
Clearly somebody hasn’t suffered a TPK
Oh no… what ever shall I do… Having a DM that cares more about character building and telling a story than game mechanics? Can I even CALL myself a True D&D Player if I’ve never suffered a TPK?
Oh wait yes I can eat my dick.
A TPK just means time for an “escape from the afterlife” adventure, TBH.
I accidentally TPK’d in the Venomfang fight in Lost Mines of Phandelver, normally a completely survivable encounter, because none of the PCs were rolling higher than, like 12.
In the aftermath I decided that the next adventure would be Curse of Strahd and ended the session by establishing the characters waking up in Barovia, “alive” and well, if rattled by the whole “dying of dragon bites” thing, with their objective now being to escape from Ravenloft and return to the mortal plane.
NOW THIS IS SOME SHIT I CAN GET BEHIND
Frodo: *seductively takes off glasses*
Frodo: Wow.
Sam: *blushing*
Frodo: You’re really fucking blurry.
I can not wait to die