deep stairs

DM: You follow a long set of stairs deep under the keep. When you come out, you find yourself in a small room, maybe 10’ by 10’ at the most. (The enemy) is standing in the middle, as if he’s been expecting you. The most noticeable thing about the room is that it reeks of gas.

Sorc: I cast fireball.

DM: …that has a 20’ radius.

Sorc: Yep!

DM: In a 10’ x 10’ room full of gas.

Sorc: I know, I know. I’m casting fireball!

Thief: Can you… maybe not?

Sorc: I AM CASTING FIREBALL.

Thief: /groans and puts his head on the table/

DM: …okay well we’ll pick this up next week when I write a new story. Roll new characters in the meantime.

Sorc: …why?

Thief: YOU CAST A FIREBALL IN A ROOM OF GAS THAT WAS SMALLER THAN THE RADIUS OF THE SPELL!

Sorc: Why didn’t you tell me?

anonymous asked:

I SPENT 3 DAYS ON A SINGLE WALL IN MINECRAFT ONCE, IT WAS OVER 100 BLOCKS TALL AND LONG AND 5 DEEP WITH STAIRS ON THE INSIDE AND WATER CAME OUT BETWEEN ALL THE CRENELATIONS INTO A MOTE AT THE BOTTOM AND IM STILL PROUD OF IT

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! THATS SO COOL IF YU CAN LIKE PLS SHOW ME SOME TIME??
MY FAVOURITE THING I MADE IN MINECRAFT WAS AN UNDERGROUND HOUSE THAT WAS INSIDE A HILL (like a hobbit hole basically chsjfhj) AND IT HAD LIKE THS COOL ASS TORCH LIT WALKWAY AND INSIDE THERES WAS A BUNCH OF DIFFERENT ROOMS LIKE A STORAGE ROOM N A KITCHEN ND THEN I HAD A DOOR THT LED 2 A COLLECTION OF TUNNELS THT ALL WENT TO DIFFERENT MINES N STUFF I MADE nd basically in minecraft i live completely underground cjsnfh also if yr into complicated ass minecraft castles yu should hit up my friend @sessabunny cause they make cool ass shit like giant underwater glass temples and rollercoasters that go thru the entire map n shit

Mini fic: Prompt “Push”

Reddington had continued to needle her about her wardrobe as they walked off the grass, past the pool, and toward the house, finally going so far as to pull at the collar of her shirt while making an insulting comparison to a librarian. Liz automatically pushed his hand away and gave his shoulder a light shove; a warning not to touch her when she was already angry. Reddington took a stabilizing step backwards, lost his footing on the hose coiled at his feet, and before Liz could stop the process, Reddington was in the pool. After a moment he surfaced silently (‘like a crocodile,’ thought Liz) and fixed his eyes on her. She did her best to bite down on the laugh that threatened to bubble up in her chest at the sight.

“Oh, Reddington… I didn’t mean to–I mean, I didn’t see the…” He started wading slowly through the chest-deep water toward the stairs, never taking his eyes off of Liz. The small smile on her face immediately vanished. “Red, seriously… that was an accident… you can’t think that I–Red? Don’t look at me like that, you know I never would have intentionally… Red?” As he climbed the steps out of the pool, water weighing down his previously-expensive suit and pouring off of him, Liz did the only thing she could think of: she turned tail and took off sprinting toward the house.