FoxTrot Classics by Bill Amend for November 04, 2013
November 02, 2013
November 05, 2013
Transcript:
Jason: You're in medium-sized room with a foul-smelling ogre. Do you run or do you stay? Marcus: I stay. Jason: Ok, then. Let's start the game. Marcus: You weren't kidding about the smell. Paige: Don't make me force-feed you those dice again, guys.
My husband told me about a game where he was a DM (back in 1980). The players ended up in a room with no windows; the door they came in was sealed shut. Suddenly, there was a countdown heard. There was a button on the wall. One of them hit it, and it started the countdown over again. One player simply kept hitting the button while the others tried to figure out a way to get out…they couldn’t. Finally, they gave up and let the countdown finish…3…2…1…and then the door simply opened. Players had to roll for heart attacks.