poison punches

2024-01-08

I was playing D&D with my original crew in the basement. I was playing a monk, probably my OG character, the first D&D character I ever played. I was doing obscene amounts of damage because I had some kind of buff that made all of my punches do extra d6s worth of poison damage. But then the DM nerfed me and took that buff away. I made of show of dejectedly removing from my dice pool all the bright green d6 dice I had gotten just for the poison damage. I built a tower out of them.

We just eked out a victory in the battle we were fighting. And then the DM unfurled a huge six foot long drawing of the Big Bad Evil Guy for us to fight now that we were nice and softened up. I cracked my knuckles and leaned in. “I hope he likes getting PUNCHED over and over again right in his stupid face!”