So this happened over the school year-
“Your honor, that was pretty fucking gay”
“So. Who owns the tavern now? Wasn’t it split three way? Isn’t that how that worked?”
“She was dragged into another universe by my homebrew deities. Meanwhile yours either die or vanish from existence.”
“What does this have to do with Jojo?”
“All monks are either normal or based on naruto characters.”
“Your character was hit on by 300 plus people today. None of which were Draedon.”
Everyone in the room at the exact same time: “Barbarian!”
“I’m a frog riding a giant bat and no one’s worried about the automoton on the roof that nearly killed us”
“He walked into an anti-magic minefield. Who wants the violin?”
DM: On the walls you see a GILF of warning
Paladin(OOC): Hold on, did you just fucking say GILF?!
-our DM revealing she pronounces ‘glyph’ as GILF
Context: Our rogue and ranger were trying to start a rebellion against the monotheistic tyrants that controlled the city. Our chaotic neutral rogue had been pickpocketing and was introduced to the Thieve’s Guild. He then proceeded to buy a slave.
Chaotic good ranger: “We has a PURPOSE, we were FOR THE PEOPLE, and you bought a SLAVE!”
For context 2 of my PCs for a game I’m DMing have known eachother for years before the game started. They where both pirates. The Rogue is a Short Triton Rogue and the Bard is a 7 foot tall Polar Bear Bard.
Bearfolk Bard: I know smell. I fucked fish person before!
Triton Rogue: Not all fish people! She just had bad hygiene!
Bard: Yes your mother was not good in bed! Need more to smell good.
Rogue: I’M KEEP TELLING YOU SHE WAS NOT MY MOM!