D&D Horror Stories Where The Source Of The Problem Is Genuinely A Failure To Understand The Rules, Now

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fucked up in the crib watching youtube poops inside payday 2

not only am i pro self diagnosis, i am anti-getting an official diagnosis. only get that shit formalized if youre getting accomidations and/or controlled substances out of it, otherwise the legal system and the psychiatric system do NOT need to know that shit

All kobolds can hold the ZL button to crouch and then shake the joycons to roll around in a little ball

Man, I almost drank myself to death yesterday, I can't even remember my name, if only there was someone that could help me.

The the trustworthy and saint-like lieutenant:

please don't have sex in disabled bathrooms if you're abled. we need somewhere to have sex too

just had the single sickest pvp moment in maybe any game ive ever played

so my dumb ass thought it’d be fun to set up a mod for Beat Saber that makes my computer bluescreen on any missed note.

and then my chat started throwing doritos at me