DM: So you're bleeding and immobilized on the ground, what do you want to do?
Player: Umm...I call for a medic!
DM: Ok, you scream for a medic. Your pathetic wails fill the street as your own shock leaves you blissfully unaware of the irony of your own paramedic hat. You struggle with the pain while you wait for help, when suddenly, you feel two cold bony fingers slide around your neck and firmly grasp your shoulders.
Player: Oh fuck. Can I see what it is?
DM: It's behind you so you can't see it, but you can smell it. Your nostrils fill with the scent of baby oil mixed with a strange odor, like the pharmacy at Walgreens or a retirement home hallway.
Party: Fuck, it's a fucking Biden. I told you we should've long-rested so I could have my election fraud spell ready.
DM: The Biden pushes the tip of his nose deep into your hair and snnniiiiIIIIIIFFFFFFFFF. You feel your very innocence leaving you as he inspects you with his predatory olfactory system.
"Look fat, you're not a 8 year-old Tiefling. Did you take a drug test before this? Are you a junkie? HAHAHAHAHA," Biden cackles as he disappears back into his basement.
The experience scars your very existence. You permanently lose 2 max hit points and you take.....rolls dice.....4 points of psychic damage
DM: So you're bleeding and immobilized on the ground, what do you want to do?
Player: Umm...I call for a medic!
DM: Ok, you scream for a medic. Your pathetic wails fill the street as your own shock leaves you blissfully unaware of the irony of your own paramedic hat. You struggle with the pain while you wait for help, when suddenly, you feel two cold bony fingers slide around your neck and firmly grasp your shoulders.
Player: Oh fuck. Can I see what it is?
DM: It's behind you so you can't see it, but you can smell it. Your nostrils fill with the scent of baby oil mixed with a strange odor, like the pharmacy at Walgreens or a retirement home hallway.
Party: Fuck, it's a fucking Biden. I told you we should've long-rested so I could have my election fraud spell ready.
DM: The Biden pushes the tip of his nose deep into your hair and snnniiiiIIIIIIFFFFFFFFF. You feel your very innocence leaving you as he inspects you with his predatory olfactory system.
"Look fat, you're not a 8 year-old Tiefling. Did you take a drug test before this? Are you a junkie? HAHAHAHAHA," Biden cackles as he disappears back into his basement.
The experience scars your very existence. You permanently lose 2 max hit points and you take.....rolls dice.....4 points of psychic damage